After Rain Falls (River of Rain, #2)

by C.E. Ricci

Because in the cold light of day, if I had to choose, I know who it would be. I wouldn’t have to think twice. It’s River. Every star in the night sky would have to burn out before it isn’t River. And maybe even then,

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?”

okay just fuckin stab me.

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.

“You don’t get to belittle me. You don’t get to make me feel inferior to you for being true to who I am. And you certainly don’t get to come in here and suddenly try to parent me after years when you’re the one who chose to leave in the first place!”

“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.”

“You sure as hell want him a lot more than you wanted the girl in Portland.”

YOOOOOOOOOOO

“I can’t be with you when I’ll be thinking about him the entire time instead.”

I used to live by the mantra of sticks and stones breaking bones, but words could never hurt. It’s only now when I understand…it’s a fucking lie. Words are weapons, and when used properly, they cut deep enough to kill.

“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.”

So, at what point do you draw the line and look at the person you love most and finally tell them it’s a problem?

“This is gonna come out sounding stupid and fucking corny, but my world begins and ends with you. I see you, the real you. The you kept hidden from everyone else. I know who you are, baby. And despite the shit we went through and all the shit we still have to overcome, I’m undeniably in love with you.”

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

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

Never killed someone. Except you just fucking did. 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.

ding dong the bitch is dead

“From the beginning, this has never been more than a fucking love triangle to you. Thinking you can win me like I’m some sort of prize. A pissing contest. When in reality, you were right. Between you and River, there is no contest. It’s him, a thousand percent. Every day of every week of the rest of my fucking life, it’s him.”

“That boy happens to be the love of my fucking life. And while love isn’t something deemed important to you, it is to me. And I’m not letting you sit here and tell me I can’t love him.”

get him river!!!

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