Restitution (The Edge of Darkness, #3)

by Leigh Rivers

“Do you always do that?” he asks. I tilt my head. “Do what?” “Ignore your own demons to cater to everyone else’s? From what I’ve witnessed, you seem to run after those around you, be there for them, centre yourself in their trauma, and no one seems to do the same for you.”

I’ll spend the rest of my life by his side, even if he can barely look at me, register that I’m sitting beside him or speak to me. I’ll hold his hand when he needs me to. I’ll just… be there. Always.

“Sometimes I struggle to find reasons why we’re friends.” “We aren’t friends. We’re family. Now – out of bed.”

“I love you. Every broken part of me has loved you from the moment I met you.”

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“I want your heart, every single fucking fragment that I’ve broken over the years. I have your past and your present, and I want to be a selfish asshole and have your future.”

I laugh and rest my head against his chest. “I was always yours.”

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I’d burn the universe just to see her smile at me the way she is now. She’s my entire fucking world.

You’ve been strong enough for the both of us. Thank you.” I tilt my head. “Why are you thanking me?” He kisses me softly. “I was an asshole, yet here you are.”

“Then I guess we’re both dying. Because there isn’t a life for me without you.”