l-angdon:

I think you’re made for that world, Mallory. I sense it in you. I wanna leave. You’re afraid, aren’t you? Of accepting who you are. I don’t know who I am. What do you mean? Sometimes I feel like there’s someone buried inside of me. Someone trying to claw their way out. Who? I don’t know. I just wanna go. I said let me go. Don’t be afraid, Mallory. I’m offering you a chance to live.