In the beginning, she was just a classmate. Then she was the weird girl who lived in a tent. I invited her to live with us partially because she was in dire straits, but mostly because of some stupid spirit of defiance against the Sohma family and our curse. But something she said got to me.
Chapter 85: More Than Darkness
Chapter 84: Love and Hate
Did I hate him, then? Indeed, I believe so. A love like that can grow to be nine-tenths hatred and still call itself love.
C.S. Lewis, Till We Have Faces
Chapter 53: Lost and Found
I can’t run away forever from the lid screwed tightly shut…
This chapter is loaded with hints, but the one solid answer only raises more questions.
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