Between Despair and Hope (The Divine Between, #2)

by Jess Wisecup

Of course she didn’t. He was just a boy. If she were here, did that mean she’d hidden him? My nose stung; I was so gods damned proud of her. She was so strong.

Gods, she was her mother’s daughter. Headstrong, practical, and clearly deluded.

I fell in love with her while showing her the stars, and I’ll love her until the last one falls from the sky.”

If I am the moon, then you are the sun, fireshine. You shine your light upon me and brighten all which is cold and dark within me. You have taught me to forgive is divine and even I, a loathsome creature, am deserving of it. I spend every moment wishing for more with you. More quiet, more talking, more kissing. Just more. If you never wish to look upon me again, Alina, I understand. But know, I am ruined for having loved you.

It was moments like this, laughter and love intermixed with heartache, which made us whole again.

“I’m mad that I’m mad. Does that make any gods damn sense?” “Absolutely. It’s alright to wish it did not affect you.”