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The past isn't something you run from; it's something you walk slowly past, taking pictures, making memories. You learn from the bad times and treasure the good ones, but you leave that view firmly entrenched in the rearview mirror.
I miss Chloe; I'm afraid of my parents; I have a fiancée; I'm in love with Lilith; I might be in love with Ransom. I'm a fucking mess.
“You'll get through this. It might be like walking through fire; it might fucking burn. But once you get to the other side, the ashes of your past will fall away and you'll be cleansed, ready to start fresh.”
“Just a man in love,” he says, making my heart stutter, stop, start up again. “I love you, Miss Lilith Tempest Goode.”
Slowly, slowly, slowly our little group is healing together, one scar, one wound, one bloody broken heart at a time.
Romance really is in the little things. It's the way he smiles at me, the way he says he'll watch movies that I know he's going to hate, the way he takes my purse from me and slings it over his own shoulder—even
She knew how she felt about him; nothing could change that. But the world was cruel, and the world was awful, and all she wanted was to make things easier for him, better. No, it didn't matter what anyone else thought about them, not really, but if she could ease his torment just a little, why not play along?
“I am in love with you, Lily,” I say finally, and I wonder why the fuck I didn't just say it sooner.
“No, our love is like a fairytale. It has a beginning, a middle, and a happily ever after, but it doesn't have an end. You can always add new chapters.”
My happy ending is rending my heart; I don't want it to end. Take me back, back, back to the beginning again. Don't fret; turn the page. Because my smile and your heart, they'll be dancing there together until the happy end, so long that it becomes our beautiful beginning all over again.
