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You scare me, Ryan Daley. Even more than those demons outside that scream for my death. How is it that I want what you want? I__e spent an eternity feeling powerless. Love did that to me _ robbed me of all control. I never expected to feel this way again. I don__ want to feel.___either did I,_ Ryan rasps, __ecause feeling anything at all was dangerous. If I let myself feel, then maybe I__ have to believe what everyone was saying _ that Lauren was dead. But from the moment I laid eyes on __armen, you kept getting under my skin. At first, all you did was irritate the hell out of me, bailing me up that way outside my house, inviting yourself along for the ride when all I wanted was to be left alone. But that irritation turned into curiosity, which turned into something else, becoming this chain of, of _ feeling that brought me here. I dropped everything for you. I veered left. And I__ do it again in a second. That__ what __eeling_ does. It tells you you__e alive, it gives things _ I don__ know, proper meaning. You__e still trying to maintain some veneer of independence? Toughness? Do words like that even apply to you? But I see through it, Mercy. I see through you. You__e not that different from me after all, under your armour. Crumbs, Mercy, that__ all I__ after. Just crumbs. It__ not a lot to ask for.
