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I lifted my face to the stars that stretched on forever, an eternal canopy that seemed too low yet impossible to touch.
Last, there were the good guys. Guys with character. The ones who’d sacrifice for someone else, even if it meant it cost them something, or they had nothing to gain. Even if it meant the end result might not stack in their favor. They just did it because it was the right thing to do.
It was like she held some kind of power to command the hurricane that seemed to hover around her, cover her, protect her. An electric current sparking from her skin, something both dark and alive. Like she was projecting a warning to stay away, all the while sucking me right into the eye of a brewing storm.
Love of a voice that was never really heard. Love of a face that was never really seen.
But Shea? This girl staring at me with those wide eyes? I wanted to escape into her layers, to skim along the surface, and get lost in the beauty. To feel the shyness. To sink beneath, deeper into that pent-up confusion and dark.
“Go out with me,” I whispered at her ear. But this time it didn’t sound so careless or aloof. It was curious. Filled with a primal need to figure out what this was.
She pressed her hand over mine, holding it closer. “I can’t,” she whispered just as low, though it sounded like it actually hurt her to force it from her mouth. “Why?” “You don’t understand.” No, I definitely didn’t. “I like you.” “You don’t even know me.” “Maybe I want to.”
My grandmother had left me this place with a letter telling me to find love and to bring it here.
He was both the sun and the darkest night. A promise of heaven and the curse of hell.
Shea had become the only thing I wanted, this untouchable girl the only thing I craved. I was itching to get lost in caramel eyes and to swim in honey skin. To be blinded by her light while she drowned me in her sea of dark.
But I guess when you loved someone, you were willing to accept all the pieces and factors and fragments that made them up, the sum of those adding up to the whole, and you were left with no choice but to wholly accept the total of that creation.
“I didn’t know what it really meant to miss someone until I was missing you.”
