The Things We Leave Unfinished

by Rebecca Yarros

I see the way he looks at her, like she’s the reason the seasons change and the sun rises until they’re a hundred and one years old.”

To take a stand when I’d usually defer to someone else’s emotions and take the path of least resistance.

“I’ve never had a problem reaching for things I want,” I replied softly. “It’s the falling that gets me into trouble.”

The key to bringing them the ending they deserve is to pick at their flaws until they bleed, then make them conquer that flaw, that fear, in order to prove themselves to the one they love. Otherwise it’s really just a story about falling in love.” Scarlett laced her fingers behind her head. “Without the potential for disaster, would we ever really know what we have?”

“I adapted.

“There’s a warning, a sound your heart makes the first time it realizes it’s no longer safe with the person you trusted.”

the red-carpet premiere of The Wings of Autumn. Her smile was bright but her eyes flat as she posed at Damian’s side like a trophy, both generations of Stanton women at her right. She was freezing over right in front of my eyes, each picture a little colder than the last.

Her edited, published works were smoother, of course, but I couldn’t help but be fascinated by the stylistic differences between her earlier works and the later ones, couldn’t help but wonder if losing Jameson hadn’t just broken her heart, but changed her fundamentally.

Is this the first time losing jameson is mentioned?

Sometimes the only way to keep what you need is to let go of what you want.

Tragedy has a way of breaking gentle things and soldering the shattered pieces together in ways we can’t control. Some, it remakes into stronger, more resilient creatures. In others, the pieces fuse before they heal, leaving only razor-sharp edges. I can offer you no other explanation or excuse for the way she’s cut you over the years.

Do not settle for the love that hones your edges and turns you brittle and cold, Georgia. Not when there are so many other kinds of love waiting for you. And don’t wait like I did, wasting seventeen years because I’d left one bitter foot in my past. We’re all entitled to our mistakes. When you recognize them for what they are, don’t live there. Life is too short to miss the lightning strike and too long to live it alone.

People see what they want to see.