More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Some mistake has been made: I died, heaven exists, and they let me in.
She’s out of her fucking mind, and so am I. Our madness aligns in all the right ways.
“I love you,” I say. If I’d thought first, I would have been too afraid to say it. Cole looks down at me, his eyes black and flickering, full of reflected flame. “What does it feel like?” “It feels like I’ll do anything for you. Jump off a bridge for you, turn myself inside out for you. It feels like madness, and I never want it to end.” Cole considers this, his dark eyes roaming over my face. “Then I must be in love,” he says. “Because that’s what I feel, too.”
At a dinner at Betsy Voss’ house, Cole sets the whole table roaring with an anecdote from art school. Afterward I say to him, “I’ve never seen you like that. You had the whole room eating out of your hand.” Cole looks at me, pushing back his fall of dark hair with one hand. “I only told that story for you.” “What do you mean?” “You looked bored. Something inside me whispered, ‘Say something funny. Make her laugh.’ ” This touches me in the strangest way.
COLE 😭
“Whatever else I may be, I was never a man who had to tear a woman down to shine bright beside her. If you’re not as good as me, then you’re no good at all. And when I saw you, Mara … I thought, this girl is really fucking good. I don’t want to hold you down, chop you down, diminish you in any way. I already know I found something special. Now it’s time for everyone else to see it.”
We’re wrapped together, twisted up. Not one snake but two, the black and the white. We are the same. And I like what we are.
