Priest (Priest, #1)

by Sierra Simone

“Don’t you still?” “Of course, but after we talked the other night…I realized that I also need to let parts of her go too. And when I think about her—well, I know she would have loved you.” I met her eyes. “She would have loved you like I do.”

This is love, I thought dizzily, wondrously. This is what laying down a cross feels like. This is what taking up a new life feels like…it feels like Poppy Danforth.

I still want her. I still love her. I still need to be with her for the rest of my life.

“Si vis amari, ama,” you tell me. If you wish to be loved, love. Words we exchanged what feels like a million years ago.

It was your love that brought us back together, your unflagging love that lasted through my deception and my seclusion. I’d thought I was making the right sacrifices for you to be with God, but I was wrong the whole time. Now we are both with God and we are together, giving up our individual lives today to fuse into one eternal soul.