A Stone in the Sea (Bleeding Stars, #1)

by A.L. Jackson

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. To feel her storm. Just for a little while. Make me forget.

I felt my control slip a little further. I knew it then. What I wanted. To lose control. Just for a few hours.

And I wanted to lose it with her.

Funny how I’d come to think of him as his own entity. A ship in the night that only I could see. Alone. Lonely, even. Just like me.

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.

But where there’s beauty, there’s also pain.

Where there’s beauty, there’s also pain.

“I didn’t know what it really meant to miss someone until I was missing you.”