Rush (Rush, #1)

by Emma Scott

Love taught me two lessons: it could feel real and still be a complete lie, and it could be ripped away,

Because only when you’re about to lose it all, do you realize how much you have.”

“Until you, I was lost. Sometimes, you’re the only thing that ever feels real to me.”

Love, real love, wasn’t empty, grasping hands, or lies that felt like truths. And it wasn’t perfect or neat or always easy. It was a rising sun on a new day. It was endless possibility.

certainty is its own kind of peace.