The Things We Leave Unfinished

by Rebecca Yarros

“Romance isn’t about unrealistic expectations and sex. It’s about love and overcoming adversity through what can be considered a universal experience.”

“None of it seems to matter right now, does it? Planning for a time that may never arrive.”

He smiled, simply because he couldn’t help it. She seemed to have that effect on him.

The look on her face right now? The pure delight in her eyes made it worth every single favor he now owed to a half dozen guys in the 609.

“This really is lovely,” she whispered. “You make it lovely. The rest is just a little preparation,”

All around them, the world changed so fast, she barely knew what to expect in the next minute. Bombs fell and planes crashed, yet he acted like they had years—when she wasn’t sure they even had days.

She gestured to her Lululemon-covered body.

“I used to think their love was built into it. That’s why she always had it repaired, never rebuilt.”

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.”

He tilted her chin and kissed her gently. “I got more than I could have dreamed of by marrying you. We’ll figure everything else out together.”

“After the war.” He tilted his head and kissed the center of her palm, sending a tingling jolt of pleasure down her arm. “After the war,” she whispered, adding it to the ever-growing list of things to be accomplished at a later date she wasn’t sure would ever come.

“Without the potential for disaster, would we ever really know what we have?”

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

“Perhaps the kindest thing I could do for the characters would be to leave their stories unfinished. Leave them with their possibilities, their potential, even if they only exist in my own mind.”

“Three days,” she whispered, already breaking her stay-strong motto. “Three days,” he repeated, forcing a smile.

Már csak hármat kell aludni … ❤️

“He said to tell you that he loves you. That was the last thing he said before he disappeared.”

“Don’t take it away,” Scarlett whispered, her throat aching with all the words she wouldn’t let herself say. “What?” “My hope.” Her voice broke as her vision blurred. “It’s all I have left.

The hope was a double-edged sword, keeping her breathing, but perhaps only delaying the inevitable.

“I love you more than all the stars in the sky,” she whispered to William, who had stopped crying and lay on her arm, staring at her with eyes the same shade as her own.

“I’m Scarlett Stanton.”

PLOT TWIST HELL YEAH

Tragedy has a way of breaking gentle things and soldering the shattered pieces together in ways we can’t control.