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“dorogaya, for the love of God, I’m holding something in my hands.”
“I’m Mrs. Mai.” Mai. The easiest combination of “Cai” and “Montagov,” perhaps the least original method of creating an alias in the history of starting anew.
She liked it when she spotted him at the open market unexpectedly, breaking into a run and surprise-attacking him from the back, getting a laugh in response instead of a gun pulled on her.
“My love,”
If he didn’t love Juliette so much, he would really spend every waking moment in fear of what went on in that mind of hers.
In that moment, as Roma pushed off the wall and followed her obediently, he fell in love all over again.
“Are you trying to send us back, my love?” “Just you,”
“What were you shushing me for?” Roma whispered after a few seconds. “You were the one talking.” “I like telling you to shut up,” Juliette replied. “Do you?” “Absolutely.”
You are going to be the death of me.”
“You won’t ever lose me,” he repeated, sounding so serious even with the jest in their actions. “And I love you, to have and to hold as my unlawfully wedded wife, until the universe itself goes poof.”
“Such a big baby,”
“My opponent looks just as bad as me, so it would be more accurate to say that I got into a fierce scuffle.”
“I have an internal compass that centers on you instead of true north.”
“Hello, my love,”
“Roma?” she called. “Dearest husband of mine, I seek thy aid.”
“Stop teasing,” he muttered. “I am very unhappy about each scar you pick up.”
“We will walk this balancing act for the rest of time. The life we chose is a perpetual tightrope.”
It twisted at her heart to hear aloud. She would do it all again if she could. She would take all the same steps—relive every agonizing moment and accept every old wound—if it meant this future here.
each day that passed, it was her and Roma choosing themsel...
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darling Juliette.
We came here to live. If hiding is what brings us the safety to do so, then we abide by it. If a day comes when we cannot reconcile our intention to live with hiding anymore, then we shed some of our acquired mystique appropriately. We don’t need to make up our minds right this moment.”
“You are stuck with me and utter contentment for all of time and beyond.”
“I am with you if you want to, and I am with you if you cannot.”
“Now you know how I felt the first time I said I loved you.” “Oh, absolutely not. You yelled at me, Ben.” “Fondly!”
“Ben?” “If this is another ghost theory, I might hit you.” “In an erotic way?”
