When You Come Back to Me (Lost Boys, #2)

by Emma Scott

“As far as I can tell, it just means the nonstop thoughts in my head are more cunning and can torment me in multiple languages.”

“Why do I dress like it’s winter? Because it always is.”

Our song. Nothing was ours. There was no us. But Miller sang that if you never try, you’ll never know, and the words pierced me like arrows.

Only a quiet exhilaration. Some part of him that had been lost was now restored. While I was breaking apart.

“É fácil amar você, meu doce menino. Mas você tem que se deixar ser amado.”

gentle whisper, like a lullaby. It’s easy to love you, my sweet boy. But you have to let it in.

“I love you, Holden. That’s real. It’s the most fucking real thing I’ll ever know.”

“I never told him,” I said in a broken whisper. “He told me he loved me, and I never said it back. Not where he could hear it.” “Go to wherever he is, and you just say it.” “Because it’s that easy.” “No, it’s scary as shit,” Silas said. “But damn, Holden. Think of what could be waiting for you on the other side.”

Finally, Holden raised his head, hair tousled, eyes shining. “I’m about to say something extremely emotional and honest. Don’t hold it against me.” “You can say anything to me.” He swallowed hard. “Thank you for loving me when I didn’t.”

“Thank you for giving me back to myself,” I said, tears in my own eyes. “And I’m sorry.” “For what?” “When you left, I thought the loneliness would kill me. But I realized today at the Shack that I’d made you lonely, too. I made you lonely while we were still together, when my stupid fears and self-doubt kept us in hiding. I’m so sorry for that, Holden. You deserve to be loved out loud.”