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She felt so intensely…alone.
The feeling was so strong that if the rules of nature were the rules of humans, he would have claimed her right that minute, fought a battle against other males for her. And won. Whatever he needed to do so he could call her his. She’s the one I choose, he wanted to tell all the other males. That one.
He was different and strange, and the loneliness opened inside him, widening like a black hole.
Yes, he was different, but that wasn’t the worst of it.
her worrying about him felt good because it meant someone remembered he was alive.
He took it and held it to his chest as though it were precious.
Knowing now how much these meant to him and how he may have comitted suicide without them is just so sweet.
When did it happen? she wondered, trying to pinpoint the exact moment she had fallen. It should have been…momentous, wasn’t that true? But no, she realized dreamily, it hadn’t been one singular stopping of time. It was a beautiful string of moments, each one opening her heart to him little by little.
Sometimes miracles—like love—arrived gently. Softly. Without fanfare. Without a lightning strike. For true miracles needed no such thing.
Jak leaned forward, sniffing the air. “What is that?” he asked, a strange tone to his voice.
I can't remember what Jak said at the beginning, but I remember something about a smell. I think his grandpa was the other man. He was working with Driscoll. He killed Driscoll and Emily or had them kiled.
“That if we can hang on—survive—through the hard times in life, there is something better waiting for us. There’s a purpose we can’t always see. There’s an…order.”
