Landon & Shay: Part One (L&S Duet, #1)

by Brittainy C. Cherry

But I couldn’t have her, and she couldn’t have me—not in the way she wanted, at least. She deserved a full type of love, and mine was broken into pieces.

I loved Landon, even though I knew I shouldn’t have. I loved his light and his shadows. I loved the way he wore a crooked grin. I loved his frowns. I loved his highs. I loved his lows. I loved him. Even when he didn’t deserve it. Even when he broke my spirit.

“You’re never too much. I love your happy, and I love your sad. I love your light, and I love your dark. I love you. Every script, every page, every revision, every draft.”

You’re not broken; you’re just complex. And the most beautiful things in the world have the most complex heartbeats.”

“I’m sorry I’m so fucked up, you guys,” I sniffled, feeling embarrassed by my breakdown.

we’re all a little broken. If you think anyone in this world doesn’t have cracks, scars, and a story, then you’re not looking close enough. We weren’t brought into this world to be perfect; we were brought here to be human. To live. To feel. To hurt. To love. To cry. To exist. And with that, comes a few broken parts. You don’t have to be perfect to love or be loved. You just have to be brave enough to show the world your scars and call them beautiful.”

I called you Chick, and you hated every second of it, but I loved it, because whenever I called you that nickname, I knew a part of me was calling you pure and beautiful.” Her cheeks reddened a little as she tilted her head toward me. “Do you know why I called you Satan?” she asked. “No. Why?” “Because I thought you were the freaking devil.” I laughed out loud. “Fair enough.”

Let’s make a promise to each other. When you find you, come back here,” she said, placing her hand over her heart. “Come back to me. But please, by all means, take your time. I’ll be here, I swear. I want you to find me, but not at the chance of you losing yourself. Take your time. Heal.

But I wanted to raise a glass to Landon Scott Harrison—one of the most complex, intriguing boys I’d ever come across. I know we aren’t family, but I look at you as a little brother to me.” “I’m older than you, Raine,” Landon said.

A part of me knew our story wasn’t over. A part of me knew we’d only tapped into the beginning of the Landon and Shay story.