Hollow Heathens (Tales of Weeping Hollow, #1)

by Nicole Fiorina

He kissed me as if he had been searching, as if he found a piece of himself again within me. A thing he’d lost somewhere along his way.

No matter what they say, you were always mine, and you always will be.”

“They’re all liars, but we’re not. This isn’t a lie,”

The girl who looked like a ghost, talked to ghosts, raised by ghosts, he made this girl feel like something worth looking at, someone who was wanted.

My wretched soul would choose yours in this life and each one hereafter because, without you, I am certain a monster is what would become of me.’

With you, I’m more myself than I’ve ever been. And I’d forsake everything and everyone just to be near you, don’t you get it?”

Yet, still, I fell in love with the moon. And she, too, fell in love with me.

And now I understood what it felt like to feel something that was no longer here. The sensations my body remembered, the pain it now endured even though parts of me were missing. Perhaps they were missing before her too. And the phantom of her touch would always be there, haunting my soul.

“To show you that I chose you. That I fucking love you!”

“My god, Fallon, I’m in love with you. Always have been. And I’m certain that I loved you a thousand times before as I do now, and I hope to love you a thousand times again. That’s it. That’s all there is to it.” I threw my hands up at my sides, taking another step forward. “Because that’s the point of us, isn’t it?”