The Sweetest Oblivion (Made, #1)

by Danielle Lori

I had always appreciated sad endings. I was a realist, not a romantic.

The old Pronto lit up like a fucking Christmas tree.

Without hope, there’s nothing to lose. With it, we’re nothing but dominos waiting to fall.

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

I’d always imagined love as a concept—a genuine smile, a couple holding hands, a life partner. Now, I knew it was more dimensional; a maddening, possessive, and overwhelming presence that bloomed in your chest, with the power to make you feel so alive or shatter you to pieces.