A Single Bright Candle's Flame (Criminal Intentions, #9)

by Cole McCade

He hated how no one ever talked about the things that never went away; the things that changed you; the things that reshaped how the world around you looked, and how you fit into it.

Yet we were shaped by other tongues, and move to the cadence of other music.” His gaze dropped to Seong-Jae’s lips. “So I want to know what music moves you to speak.”

“You’re everything. You overwhelm me and I don’t want to lose myself but I need to drown in you and you make me feel like I could sink forever and never come up for air.”

slipping his hands into his coat pockets. In one he found his last pack of cigarettes, and curled the box in his fingers and crushed until he felt the sticks inside snap and crumple in the packaging. Then he stepped through the doorway, and into the light.

man, this really spoke to me in ways i will not explain