Left of Forever (Spunes, OR, #2)

by Tarah DeWitt

His eyes link with mine again, and time seems to yawn and settle between us.

This hit me in the chest what beautiful writing

“Yeah,” she says tightly. “I felt happiness. It was just different.” “How?” She huffs out a frustrated breath. “I guess … Like feeling the sun shining through a window. It’s sunshine and it’s there and it’s warm, but it’s not the same as feeling it on my skin.”

I want her sad music playing in our house and her shit all over the bathroom counter. I want the chance to be lazy with her on a day off. I want our boring life back.