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For everyone who feels like they don’t belong. I see you. You’re beautiful, good, worthy. And you will find others who see it, too. Don’t ever give up. Finding your people will be all the sweeter because you walked alone for a little while.
“You make me feel…not alone. And, Sparrow? I’ve been alone for basically as long as I’ve been breathing. But you? You make it all better.”
“Sparrow,” he croaked, “you were always too good for me anyway. It’s better this way.”
Ah, gray sweatpants. Men’s slut clothes.
“Pain means we care. Means we love. Means we live. I wouldn’t trade any of that just to avoid some suffering.”
I tried to see the house through Fallon’s eyes. Tried to pull the pieces together like she might. I couldn’t help shifting in my seat, wondering if she would think me an obsessed fool. But if she did, she wouldn’t be wrong.
“When I lost you, lost what we were, I needed something to hold on to. I thought if I built the house, if I lived in it, I could still have you with me—the you that you were to me back then. But when they finished it a few years ago, it didn’t feel right…living here without you.”
“Was going to give it to you, but then you’d have known,” I rasped. Those beautiful dark blue eyes cut to me. “Known what?” “Everything I’ve buried deep for fourteen years.”
“You’re my person. The spark in the shadows. You carried me through when I didn’t think I’d survive. So, I’m never going to stop demanding that this world give you everything.”
“I will honor you every day of this marriage. And every day after it’s done. And no matter what comes, my battered and blackened heart will always be yours.”
I had no right to—stolen shards of a woman who’d never be mine but would always have my soul.
“Sometimes, the pain is worth the beauty in the end.”
He was the only man I wanted to marry. His was the only ring I wanted to wear. He was my everything.
he would always be my forever.
I didn’t want to miss this moment. Not a single piece of this memory. If I was going to hell, I might as well enjoy the ride.
I’d seen Kye in many different lights over the years: fierce and protective, tender and empathetic, mischievous and troublemaking. Angry and determined to tear down the world. Kind and thoughtful. Sometimes, I even thought I caught him looking at me with love in those amber eyes, even if it wasn’t the kind I’d wanted to see there. But I’d never seen him like this. Like he was meant to be a father.
“If you like your eyes in your head, get them the hell off my wife,”
You’ve always been hope to me. You were my safe haven, the place I returned to again and again, even if I could only hold you in the secret places of my soul.”
“You’ve always owned me, Sparrow. I just wanted to remember that. Have your brand on me forever.”
“What. Did. You. Call. My wife?”
“You don’t ruin a damn thing. You make everything better. You’re like the gold in those broken Japanese pots Clem told us about. You take broken things and make them beautiful. You take tender spots and make them strong. But most of all, you let us be exactly who we are and love us for it.”
“Our favoritest brother-dad.” Clem laughed at that. “Maybe we could call him our Baddie.” Kye’s mouth quirked. “That does make me sound like a badass.”
