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“Some things are more important than love. You won’t understand, but you have to trust me.”
Yours psychotically,
“I can hardly remember my bleak life before you.”
The way the water shimmered in the sunlight, it almost looked like he had wings.
He kissed her as if she belonged to him, as naturally as if she were some long-lost part of him that he could at last reclaim.
“If you come to a place more than once with the same person,” Daniel said, almost to himself, “I guess it isn’t yours alone anymore.”
“I said keep your filthy hands off her, you evil piece of shit.”
“I don’t think you’re stupid.” He closed his eyes. “I think you’re the smartest person I know. And the kindest. And”—he swallowed, opening his eyes to look directly at her—“the most beautiful.”
The softest, featherlight touch of their lips was all that connected them, but a fire Luce had never felt before coursed through her, and she knew she needed more of—all of—Daniel. It would be too much to ask of him to need her the same way, to fold her in his arms like he’d done so many times in her dreams, to return her wishful kiss with one more powerful. But he did.
“You’re still here,” he whispered. “They couldn’t drag me away.” She laughed.
The only way to survive eternity is to be able to appreciate each moment.
“I do all of these things,” Daniel said, leaning into her so that their foreheads touched, “because you’re my love, Lucinda. For me, you’re all there is.”
“Trust is a careless pursuit at best. At worst, it’s a good way to get yourself killed.”
Fight for the only thing she knew that was good enough, noble enough, powerful enough to be worth risking everything. Love.
