The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue

by V.E. Schwab

All she knows is that she is tired, and he is the place she wants to rest.

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She missed him the way someone might miss the sun in winter, though they still dread its heat. She missed the sound of his voice, the knowing in his touch, the flint-on-stone friction of their conversations, the way they fit together. He is gravity.

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