“Funny,” he said. “You’re like a little death.” “What?” I asked. “You are. You’re... gloomy yet charming. I like it.” “Well, no on has said that before.” “You’re gently death-ish. You know about death, you’re aware of it, and most people aren’t anymore. But you’re not a killer. You’re a soft darkness.” A soft darkness.”

“Funny,” he said. “You’re like a little death.” “What?” I asked. “You are. You’re... gloomy yet charming. I like it.” “Well, no on has said that before.” “You’re gently death-ish. You know about death, you’re aware of it, and most people aren’t anymore. But you’re not a killer. You’re a soft darkness.” A soft darkness.”

— Melissa Broder