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men in general aren’t trustworthy. The pretty ones were extra mean, though.
I wanted to say that no, Lana Alder didn’t hold a candle to her mysterious, punch-to-the-balls beauty. That Sailor had discipline and passion and morals, and you couldn’t beat those with a toothy, white smile. I knew, because I was a Lana, and the dudes with the talent always left me eating dust when it came to the finish line. Look at my friend Vaughn, who got an internship in England. Or Knight, who was attending his college of choice and slaying the fuck out of life. I wanted to say reality catches up with the myth. Always.
“Believe, anyway. We all have scars,” Cillian said icily. “Some of us choose to wear them like fine jewels; others hide them. You simply try to ignore them. Face your problems, ceann beag. Because guess what? They’re not going anywhere.”
“I cannot keep you from making mistakes, because then you’ll never learn from them. The world is tough, and cruel, and mostly unfair. It’s our job to find a way to navigate our way in it. The more I shield you, the less chance you’ll have of surviving.”
He was my home, the little corner in the universe that understood me.
loyalty is thicker than blood,”
“Now,” Sailor said simply, “you do what Fitzpatricks do best: you go to war, and you win.”
guess what I’m trying to say—while offending the ears of every middle-aged housewife in this state—is that this is real. It’s always been real. You said I never wanted you, but the truth was, I never wanted anyone but you. Not really. But I hadn’t realized it until you walked away, and for the first time in my life, I couldn’t eat, sleep, or breathe. I see you, aingeal dian, even when you’re trying to hide. Especially when you are trying to hide. I cannot unsee you.
Sometimes, what we want and what we need are two vastly different things.
