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But a mermaid has no tears, and therefore she suffers so much more. HANS CHRISTIAN ANDERSEN, “THE LITTLE MERMAID”
You can’t ever count on a man, but you can always count on the poison that will kill him…or whatever that saying is.
“That’s what my best friend back home calls my little concoctions—potions, like I’m some witch here to steal your soul.”
offer a new trinket for her to add to her collection of gizmos and gadgets, and she melts.
“You’re a man, honey. I’m afraid there’s nothing special about any of you.”
“Sounds like you haven’t met the right man.” She smiles back, and her eyes dance with mirth. “Sounds like something the wrong man would say.”
That’s the thing about grief, I guess. It steals the air from your lungs just as you’ve finally figured out how to breathe.
“Watch your mouth,” he says slowly, his New York accent coming through strong, dropping the r and elongating the vowels. “You won’t disrespect yourself to me.”
Because fuck her if she thinks I’ll allow her to disappear with another man on her arm when she came here with me.
Enzo Marino is the worst kind of distraction.
It’s wrong. Even if I can’t stand Aria. Even if it feels like he’s the only person on earth who has ever understood me. Even if he’s the only one who cares. He’s not mine, and he won’t ever be.
“In a different life…” I pause, emotion suddenly clogging my throat. “I’d love you out loud.”
I place the seashell around my neck. It’s cold against my skin, and heavy, and every time I take a step, I feel it pressing on my chest, reminding me that at least once, there was someone who made me feel loved out loud.
So I’m going to find her, and then I’m going to spend the rest of my life loving her out loud, just like she deserves.
