After We Fell (After, #3)

by Anna Todd

“You know, there’s a big difference between not being able to live without someone and loving them.”

There is a big difference between not being able to live without someone and loving them.

In reality it seems like you have her trapped, and that’s why she won’t leave you: not because she loves you, but because you’ve made her feel that she can’t be without you.

I know the difference between love and being trapped, between love and being addicted.

“You’re broken, Hardin, and I can’t fix you.” His face falls at the realization of what he’s done to me, and to himself, and he stands in front of me with all emotion pulled out of him. His shoulders sink, and his eyes are no longer brilliant as he stares back at me, finally seeing a blank expression mirrored back at him. I have nothing left to say, he has nothing left to break inside of me or himself, and by the way the color has drained from his face, he’s finally realized it.

Like who is wearing a red coat and harassing those obnoxious pretty little lying girls.

The sound of her laughter resonates through my ears and travels straight down to my heart, warming my chest.

All I want is her and me, me and her: Tessa and the mess that is fucking Hardin.

No matter how forced the behavior is, he is trying, and in that I find solace, a steady certainty that even in the middle of the brewing storm, he will be my anchor.

Women do too much shit to impress men who can barely tell the difference.