If the Sun Never Sets (If Love, #2)

by Ana Huang

The pain in her chest wasn’t as great as it used to be, but it was still there, a lingering reminder of the boy she’d never been able to forget. Perhaps that was why Farrah had such high standards. She’d experienced what explosive chemistry felt like, and everything else paled in comparison.

Farrah was the one who’d taught Blake to believe in fate, and like everything else about their relationship, he’d carried it close to his heart all these years.

Farrah was ice, but he was fire, melting her down inch by inch.

It was the part that wanted to dig into his darkest secrets, extract the bloodied bullets, and nurse him back to health, even if saving him meant losing herself. It’s not your job to piece him back together.

In that moment, Farrah saw Blake not as a heartbreaker but as someone whose own heart had been broken so many times by those closest to him.

“You always saw the best in people. Even the ones that are broken.”

The truth was, everyone was broken. People weren’t shells, hard and glossy like the statues you found in museums. They were messy mosaics, compromised of glittering pieces of love and jagged shards of heartbreak.

There were only so many times a girl could fall before something inside her irrevocably broke. The first fall split her in half, into before and after.

But she also felt his pain, and of all the emotions she’d had toward him over the years, hate had never been one of them.

It was impossible to hate someone who’d burrowed themselves so deep in your psyche, they were a part of you.

“I’m sick of living in the past, and there’s something inside me that can’t let you go, no matter how hard I try.”

Whatever your fear is or however far you fall—you’ll survive. And I’ll be there to catch you.”

We can be so afraid of getting hurt, we lock it up in a fortress, but hearts are meant to roam free until they find what they’re searching for. Let yours lead you to where you need to go.”

“You’ve never fallen out of love with him. Your first love is like a tidal wave. Your head can break above the water, and you might even make it to shore, but the slightest nudge and you’re in the deep again.

there was nothing in this world more beautiful than completeness, nothing more breathtaking than knowing someone loved every last bit of you—including the pieces you hated about yourself.

If the sun never sets, the stars will never shine.