"I think I finally get it."

"Get what?" There was something about the look in his eyes, the confidence, the surety, that had me swallowing hard.

"You." And as he smiled, it was almost smug. "I get you, Oz. You're a little, Aren't you?"

If only I had known at the time just how much those few little words were going to change my life.

The Little Of Oz Series

/"Whatever you've done, Isaac, let me help you./"

/"You can't./" I broke. My voice, it fractured. My resolve, it crumbled. My grip on reality . . . it was like a string that had been cut. Spiralling down the rabbit hole I went, dizzy and sick, the darkness of the unknown that waited at the bottom for me far more terrifying than any horror villain.

/"Just . . . try,/" she breathed, her own expression mirroring my pain.

I struggled to sit up. Every bone protested, trembled beneath the strain. I looked her dead in the eye.

They said a mother's love was infinite. It was time to test that theory; could she still love a creature as vile as me?

/"There is somebody who cares a lot about me./" Choked with emotion, my tone was three octaves higher than it usually was and each word had to fight tooth and claw to come out. /"And I hurt them. Over and over. And I want to stop but I can't stop./"

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