Revive Me, Part Two: The Affair (New Haven, #3)

by J.L. Seegars

I don’t owe him satisfaction. I owe him pain.

“I don’t know how to let you go.”

“Don’t. Say. Her. Name.”

“Maybe they were cool with rushing because they didn’t have anything in front of them that was worth slowing down for, but I’d stop the world for you. I’d freeze time if it meant I would never run out of opportunities to look at you.”

Grief is funny like that. It just comes out of nowhere, demanding your time and attention, not caring where you are or what you’re doing.”

It’s the magnetism that exists between two people even when there are a million other people in the room. It’s knowing exactly how many steps it will take you to get to them no matter where they are in relation to you. The frantic thrum of colliding hearts when you finally reach them, when you finally touch them.

When the curve of their neck suddenly becomes the only path you want to take. When their lips are your longitude and the unique swirl of color in the center of their irises is your latitude. And every part of you knows that as long as they’re breathing you have a reason to stay alive.

“Still the thing I want most in the world.”

“I’d never seen clouds that close up before. It was like walking up to the gates of heaven, and I remember thinking that if I could just jump high enough, I could reach her.”

Heartbreaking :'(

You’re going to bring babies into the world and save them from growing up without their mothers. You’re going to keep Black mothers from being afraid of going into labor, from dying while they’re trying to bring life into the world.

We need more of this in the world fr

“The first time I kissed you, everything before you ceased to exist. Your taste, your touch, your smell, eradicated it all. You erased me, turned me into a clean slate, a blank page that only you could fill in. There was nothing before you, Mallory, and if I have my way there will be nothing after you. You are the first woman I’ve ever loved. The only one I’ve ever chased.”

I guess that’s the thing about being shattered more than once in a lifetime. You learn how to be comfortable in devastation, to thrive in it, to look forward to it.

There’s power in owning these feelings, peace in acknowledging that they exist.

“We won’t ever be done, princess. If we’re both here on this Earth, breathing, living, existing, then we are happening. Nothing is ever going to stop me from loving you.”

I’ll turn back the sky for her. Rewrite scripture, myth, and fiction. Undo the bindings of history books, tear out their pages and fill them with the story of us.