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“They’re all liars,” I whispered. “But we’re not. This isn’t a lie. This is real. We—” I pushed my hand through whatever magical force he had against me, grabbed the back of his neck, and pulled his forehead to mine. I looked into his eyes. “We are real.”

STOP IT, my heart!!

“I would go to him, and I would love him. All of him. Over and over … on repeat. Because I was certain all these things he was made of were the very parts missing in me.”

I love how Fiorina weaves this story and creates the most perfect fall, gothic vibes.

"...if you closed your eyes, you could still hear the mother’s weeping interlaced with the waves over two centuries later."

Oh, the mystery!!!

i do not like Kane at all, can he fuck off??