After Rain Falls (River of Rain, #2)

by C.E. Ricci

All I want right now as I stand in this bar, searching and praying to find his eyes, is to not be in love with him. To be able to walk and talk and fucking breathe every day without feeling like the weight of the world is sitting on my chest.

But how the fuck do you survive your heart being ripped from your chest and thrown into a blender? Your lungs being popped, deflated and then flooded with poison? Your brain being transfixed on every smell, kiss, touch, taste you shared with the person who owns every inch of your being, only to now live every single day of your life without them?

Because falling for Rain was like breathing. Instinctual. Ingrained in my DNA. Automatic.

It just goes to show parents, while they have the opportunity to shape us into amazing people, they also have to power to irrevocably fuck us up with as little as a few words or actions. Or in this case, lack thereof.

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

So in my mind, we’re nothing but an almost.

But you also need to determine if the reward of having him is worth the risk of losing yourself in the process.”

can’t choose who I love. Unfortunately for me, it’s him. And loving him has made me self-destructive on a level I’ve never experienced before.”

“Until every last star burns out. I fucking meant that.”

Or, I can stand here and tell you from the very beginning, I fucking knew. From the moment we met, something inside me said you’ll lose your heart to this one. After him, you’ll never be the same. And it was right.”

Raaaaahhhh

“A piece of me is missing, the piece of me that pumps the blood through my veins and allows me to fucking live. You cut my heart out that day on the tarmac and honestly?” I shake my head and swallow, a soft exhale leaving me. “Honestly, I don’t have it in me to care. I don’t even want it back.”

Bitch im in shambles

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.

Fucking hell

the view at the top of the mountain is worth it, even if it’s hard to breathe.

“I dunno, man. To me, it’s dangerous. The idea that someone can have so much control over you. But for whatever reason, people want that in their lives.”

I resist the urge to drag him across the bed and into my arms. The need to hold him and take away his demons and just... Sigh. Love him. It’s all I fucking want.

The universe designed him to be my own personal downfall. But fuck if I’m not going to enjoy every second I have with him as I barrel towards the Earth.

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

“When the person you’re meant to be with is tossed in your path, you grab them and hold on for dear life.

“You’ve already had so much pain,” he whispers. “You don’t need mine too.” “I want it though. The same way I know you want mine.”