My Darling Arrow (St. Mary’s Rebels, #1)

by Saffron A. Kent

Unrequited Love: When the one you love doesn’t love you back. Doomed Love: A type of unrequited love; when the one you love is in love with someone else.

They trembled when she raised her chin defiantly and turned toward the crowd in front of which I crucified her. I know I was being a little harsh but she deserved it. She deserved my wrath for playing the way she did. So magnificently. So fucking gloriously. How did I not know this about her?

“What’s my thing?” “Stealing.” Before I can respond to that, he goes on. “Because that’s mine, isn’t it? That t-shirt you’re wearing.”

And when something hurts, it means that you can feel. It means that your heart is not dead. That’s the whole problem, isn’t it? Because a heart never dies. You stomp on it; you stab it with a knife; pour gasoline on it and set it on fire; you ignore it and bury it in the pursuit of perfection. You do whatever the fuck you want to it, Arrow, but it doesn’t die. It beats and beats and feels. It feels all the things, good or bad, like this crazy little maniac that doesn’t know how to quit.