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"But, Daddy," she’d said, "if I don't let my tears out, won't I drown inside?"
"How silly and selfish you must think we all are," she muttered, crumpling the paper in her fist and shutting her eyes. "Coming here to make our own wishes when you've been waiting decades for your own to be granted. When the life you led held more heartache than we’ll ever know."
“What is your name?” he asked, as though it were the most important question he’d ever posed.
“I think you already drank some of that stardust, Angelina Loreaux.”
loved the way he described his world. The way he added in small tidbits that she knew were only him, only his own vision of a certain something,
What you will have to ask yourself is if you should offer that grace from near or from afar. Offering grace does not mean offering your heart. That, my darlin’, must be protected at all cost.”
“Love makes a place for itself even if there isn’t one, Mama,” she said quietly. “Love carves into the hardest of places.”
“We’ll both drink that starlight you bottled up. We’ll shine for the whole wide world.”
The colliding of atoms, the buzz of ozone, only in this case it existed exclusively in the small space between them.
“Love can’t just disappear when this life is through, can it, Jonah? Even if our bodies turn to dust, the love we feel must go somewhere.”
He’d fallen in love, and she hadn’t even known he was there. Hadn’t known that his heart had beat to the same tempo of the music she’d moved so gracefully to. Swelling and receding . . . in rapture. In pain.
“If there was a curse put on John, Angelina isn’t locked in it. If Angelina lingers, she lingers for him. For the soldier man.”
He’d have thought emptiness would dull his senses, but no, it seemed to make everything sharper, more piercing somehow.
Something sparked in the air, something Clara was surprised didn’t illuminate the darkness, something that felt bright and shimmery and she swore was raining upon her skin like the fallout of a broken star.
No, there was something beautifully fierce about him. Something that brought to mind ancient battles and warriors who walked through fire. A god who had fallen to earth and been scorched by the edge of a star.
I love you, Angelina Loreaux. I love you with the whole of my heart and every ounce of my soul. Neither time, nor distance, nor a million smoke-filled battlefields stretched before me will ever deter me from returning to you and loving you until every last star falls from the sky.
