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“A murderer?”
“NO—”
“An instrument of torture?”
“STOP—”
“You’re lying to yourself.”
I’m ready to destroy him.
He cocks his head and presses back a smile. “You’ve been
on the edge of insanity your entire life, haven’t you? So
many people called you crazy you actually started to
believe it. You wondered if they were right. You wondered if
you could fix it. You thought if you could just try a little
harder, be a little better, smarter, nicer—you thought the
world would change its mind about you. You blamed yourself
for everything.”
I gasp.
My bottom lip trembles without my permission. I can
hardly control the tension in my jaw.
I don’t want to tell him he’s right.
“You’ve suppressed all your rage and resentment because
you wanted to be loved,” he says, no longer smiling.
“Maybe I understand you, Juliette. Maybe you should trust
me. Maybe you should accept the fact that you’ve tried to
be someone you’re not for so long and that no matter what
you did, those bastards were never happy. They were never
satisfied. They never gave a damn, did they?” He looks at
me and for a moment he seems almost human. For a
moment I want to believe him. For a moment I want to sit on
the floor and cry out the ocean lodged in my throat.
“It’s time you stopped pretending,” he says, so softly.
“Juliette—” He takes my face in his gloved hands, so
unexpectedly gentle. “You don’t have to be nice anymore.
You can destroy all of them. You can take them down and
own this whole world and—”
A steam engine hits me in the face.
“I don’t want to destroy anyone,” I tell him. “I don’t want
to hurt people—”