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February 18 - February 20, 2024
She was better off not knowing him. But he was enough of a bastard to hate that she’d forgotten.
It felt as if she’d found a bit of her old self. And it was one of her favorite pieces. It was the part of herself that loved to hope. She’d forgotten how hope could make colors brighter and feelings warmer, how it could shift thoughts from what wasn’t to what was possible.
But the blood left behind looked something awful—she probably looked awful as well. “You could never look awful,” he said faintly.
He wasn’t hers to think about, and yet she kept picturing the way he’d looked in the hall, and how for a second, he’d seemed almost shy, almost scared, and almost hers.
But Jacks wasn’t feeling much these days unless the feelings involved Evangeline, and he was trying his best to avoid those at the moment.
But the problem with hope was also what made it so wonderful. Once a bit of hope had come to life, it was difficult to kill.
He would have set the world on fire and then let it all burn just to keep holding her like this.
“I’ve seen you try before. I’ve seen you want something more than anything else in the entire world. I’ve seen what you’re willing to do. How far you were willing to go. You haven’t even come close to that now.”
He was like poisoned fairy fruit—one bite ruined a person for anything else.
She might not have had her memories back, but it seemed her heart truly remembered him,
“Being yours does not make you mine.”
Jacks had been protecting her. He was always protecting her. And she needed to protect him.
LaLa simply looked like a girl who needed a friend just as much as Evangeline did.
I am Jacks’s true love. I believe it with the same confidence that I believe that water fills the oceans and morning follows the night. I believe it with all my heart and soul. And there has to be some sort of magic in that.”
“I know my faith in love might appear foolish. I also know it might not be enough. But I’m not doing this because I believe I’ll win. I’m actually a little afraid I’m going to lose. I no longer think love is a guarantee of victory or of happily ever after.
I know my attempt to save Jacks could end in a fiery explosion, but I’d rather go up in flames with him than watch while he burns.”
“To foolish hearts and fire! May you and Jacks only ever burn with passion and desire.”
But the problem with wanting something you can’t have, or shouldn’t have, is that the second it seems possible, all reason flees.
You don’t know this Jacks because he’s always been different with you.”
It had taken all the heartbreak, all the almost love and the wrong love, to know that this love was true love.
Once upon a time, there was nothing but kissing, and everything was perfect. And then there was even more kissing.
All the heartbreak and the pain and the fear and the terror almost felt worth it, just to see the way Jacks looked at Evangeline when their first kiss ended.
He loved her so much he’d rewritten history. He’d given up what he had believed was his only chance at love. And now he had finally broken the spell that he never thought he’d escape.
Nothing was going to be all right ever again if Jacks lost her now.
