After Rain Falls (River of Rain, #2)

by C.E. Ricci

Chasing after me like we’re in some fucking rom-com. But doesn’t he know by now? This is nothing but a goddamn horror story.

Every star in the night sky would have to burn out before it isn’t River.

My father is rich,” he points out, cocking his head slightly. “You do realize that’s literally something only rich people say?”

LMAO literally

He should’ve tattooed his name across every available inch of my skin in exchange for my sanity because in the end, I’ll never be anything but his. Until my dying day, I’ll belong to River Lennox.

“Is it me?” I choke out the words, giving traction to the thoughts that have been plaguing me for years, only to be given new life in the last few weeks. “Am I the reason everyone always leaves?”

oh baby :(

He is the object of my obsession, the gravity for my orbit, every star in the night sky, reminding me that I’m not alone. He’s the center of my goddamn universe. And I just broke him. So no, the person I hate…it’s not Rain. Not even close. The real person I hate is myself.

How can emptiness feel so heavy?

Why him? Why did I have to fall in love with the one person who wasn’t willing to love me back?

“People only obsess over each other when things between them are left unfinished.”

“This goes so much deeper than need and desire. The way I ache for you? It’s fucking toxic.”

Sometimes the very thing you need to stay afloat is the same reason you’re drowning.

You don’t get to judge me for how I try to fix myself when you’re the reason I even broke in the first place!”

yk what period river

“Too bad that isn’t the way the world works, mo grá. I carved my name into your heart and you branded your very essence into my soul. You can’t just forget that.”

Because he carved his name into my heart when he tore it from my chest. I don’t think there will ever be a day it doesn’t beat for him.

The universe designed him to be my own personal downfall.

And also fuck you for thinking you deserve any sort of chance to explain when I’ve given you fucking everything.

PERIOD RIV

But something about him makes me unhinged. To the point where I become the worst version of myself. Or when he lets me, the best.

“I might have you, but you own me. Every inch. Every thought. Every moment of every day, Abhainn. You own me.”

He’s mine. Only mine. Just like I’m his. And I know now, we’re no longer an almost. We’re everything.

Not that he’s an asshole or anything,

i beg to differ

But I don’t have time to process the implications of killing Ted Anders—snapping his neck with my bare hands—will have right now.

OH SHIT

If you think you’re lost, just follow the river.

“You’re all I want. All I’ll ever need,” I tell him, my voice rough and filled with gravel. “And I swear to you, River. No matter what, I’ll follow you anywhere.”