Love is not for thrill-seekers, dreamers, or children with short attention spans. And you, son, fit into all three of those categories.
How would Elijah ever understand a life that is dark more than light? Or a shadow of someone who follows her around, and when she least expects it, taps her on the back and asks, where are you going, Seraphina?
I’d have to prove to everyone, including Ellia, that I was more than some guy she used to know, that what we shared had and still mattered. She may have forgotten the promise we made on the beach, but I hadn’t, and it was up to me to backup those words with action. Memories and ghosts were for the dead. Living things moved, and I was never one to stand still.” ~Liam
He carried her over the Owl Creek mountain range without stopping,
The words ‘I love you’ are worthless when you don’t know who the ‘I’ is in that statement.
Out of misery, comes unexpected joy.
It feels like someone is gripping my heart and twisting it. It feels like I can’t breathe. I shut my eyes tightly against the memory that is threatening to surface. I can’t breathe.
Can’t breathe. Can’t breathe!
Would I ever find the perfect note to fill the music sheet that I had?
You think that because I am unwanted, because I am neglected and-and discarded-” My voice inches higher with every word, the unrestrained emotions suddenly screaming through my lungs. “You think I don’t have a heart? You think I don’t feel? You think that because I can inflict pain, that I should? You’re just like everyone else. You think I’m a monster just like everyone else. You don’t understand me at all.
Mending a broken heart isn’t easy. It’s messy and complicated, but when it’s finished, it’s stronger than ever.