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That’s my legacy: I loved you and was loved by you....5 Billion Stars Rating

I kissed Jonah Fletcher with all of my heart, and with every piece of my soul that would love him forever.

I would love you forever, Kacey, if I only had the chance.....*tears*

Kacey Dawson was luminous and I couldn’t stand the idea of watching my deepest truth settle over her like a shroud, dimming her light with its awful finality.

Rafe gripped my hand and opened it up to start rummaging through my seashells. He pulled a solid orange, pristine shell from the pile and put in his pocket. “Hey! That was my favorite.”“My day wasn’t as good so I’m taking a piece of yours,” he said

Chase steered me out of the restaurant with his hand on my lower back. As we walked onto the street, his hand dipped lower. “Ummm…your hand is on my ass.” His eyes gleamed. “Is it? It must have a mind of its own.”.....;)

I’m a part of Nico’s story. And he’s a part of mine . I believe in him. More than I’ve believed in anything, and the enormity of it makes my chest hurt. I ache

“Everything. I want a life with you. I want to be the father of your children. I want every second we missed and a million more. And I’ll give away the world to get it.”

He didn’t know what it was about her. How she managed to get under his skin. He’d sat next to her on that dock and wanted to wrap his arms around her. Sit there until morning and unwrap every layer, every story, every nuance of her soul.

But it wasn’t his looks that had sucked me in. It was his play. His effortless grip of a game that we all struggled with. His swing, his throw, the dip of his body when he scooped up a ball, the stretch of his six-foot body when he leapt in the air … it was my porn. I would die a happy woman for one slow-mo clip of his swing,

You make me happy, even when you’re awful. I would rather be with you – even the you that you seem to think is diminished – than with anyone else in the world.’

he kissed me. And just for a moment I forgot everything – the million and one reasons I shouldn’t, my fears, the reason we were here. I kissed him, breathing in the scent of his skin, feeling his soft hair under my fingertips, and when he kissed me back all of this vanished and it was just Will and me, on an island in the middle of nowhere, under a thousand twinkling stars.

‘But I want him to live if he wants to live. If he doesn’t, then by forcing him to carry on, you, me – no matter how much we love him – we become just another shitty bunch of people taking away his choices.’

met his shoulder. ‘What?’‘Sometimes, Clark, you are pretty much the only thing that makes me want to get up in the morning.’

‘You, Clark,’ he looked down at his hands, ‘are the only person I have felt able to talk to since I ended up in this bloody thing.’

I had a hundred and seventeen days in which to convince Will Traynor that he had a reason to live.

It’s not that my religion forbade it – although the prospect of Will being consigned to hell through his own desperation was a terrible one. (I chose to believe that God, a benign God, would understand our sufferings and forgive us our trespasses.)

I lay there, watching him breathe, and occasionally wondering what he would say if he woke up and found me staring at him, at his too-long hair and tired eyes and scraggy beginnings of a beard. But I couldn’t move. The hours had become surreal, an island out of time. I was the only other person in the house, and I was still afraid to leave him.

I knocked again, I did so loudly. ‘Yes?’ His voice was hoarse, as if I had woken him. ‘It’s me.’ When he didn’t respond, I said, ‘Louisa. Am I okay to come in?’‘I’m hardly doing the Dance of the Seven Veils.’

I’m not afraid of hard work. I’m good at dealing with all sorts of people and … and I make a mean cup of tea.’ I began to blather into the silence. The thought of it being her son had thrown me. ‘I mean, my dad seems to think that’s not the greatest reference. But in my experience there’s not much that can’t be fixed by a decent cup of tea …’

I just wish there was a way to bottle your laugh. I’d wear it on a chain around my neck. That way, I could listen to it anytime.”

“Listen here”—she craned her head to read the girl’s name tag—“Brittney, is it? I would be much obliged if you would put a leash on your coochie cat and bring some bread for my husband and sister wife. We’re all starving and we don’t have any more room in the harem, if you catch my drift.”

Holy crap, Carrington. Get your shit together. Stop violating him with your eyes and talk to him like a human being. Deep breath, aaaaaand… “Are you going down on me—with me? Down. Are you going down? To the first floor, I mean. I didn’t mean anything else.”

I can’t face life without Ollie. I don’t know how. I know what I’m doing is unhealthy. I’m not moving on. I’m not healing. I’ve grieved, but I just can’t seem to stop grieving. I can’t stop needing him. I can’t breathe without him, and he’s gone, so I can’t breathe.

I’m basically already dead, living on borrowed time and have been doing so for some time. I don’t really have a death wish, not really. I love life. I love each moment my heart continues to beat, but I know that each beat is one less I’ll ever have. Each thump of my heart is one less in the countdown to the day I die. To the day my heart ceases to beat

I think of that nice girl who doesn’t want to be nice. A girl who wants to be unforgettable, and doesn’t realize she already is.

“I don’t think you’re weak. It takes strength to be kind,” he says in a haunted tone. But his eyes gleam in approval of me.

I want you like I’ve never wanted anything in my life. You’re all I think about, dream about. I get high and low and it’s all about you now, it’s not even about me anymore. I can’t sleep, can’t think, can’t concentrate worth shit anymore and it’s all because I want to be the fucking ‘one’ for you and as soon as you realize what I am, all I’ll be is a fucking mistake!”

I want him like I want to live my present without any fear whatsoever of what may, or may not, happen tomorrow.