The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

I would rather never fall in love at all than to experience it unrequited.

“Love . . .” she started. “I guess it feels like you’re falling . . . and he’s the only one who could catch you.”

“Maybe I wanted to,” I whispered. He watched me for so many seconds it made my pulse race. He closed his eyes and shook his head. “Come on. Let’s go inside.” He grabbed my hand and tugged me along. I followed. He was comfort, security, and need, all in one. It had a name. Home.

“Nico, what if the Three Fates were real and I’d been destined for another?” He slipped his hands into his pockets, his gaze igniting with a spark. “I guess I’d have to find those Fates and burn them to the ground.”

I didn’t know how or even when it happened, but somehow, he’d found a way to tear down my boundaries and embed himself in every piece of me.

I wanted her. Her genuine smiles. Her loyalty. Every fucking piece of her. I’d

“If you are not too long, I will wait here for you all my life.”

Happiness filled my chest like a balloon, and I wondered if you could love someone so much you’d burst.

Nico didn’t treat me like glass. He shattered the reflection of an empty life staring back at me. He taught me how to soar.