#book lover

It was more as if time had decided itself in half around him, falling into two separate pieces--the time before she spoke to him, and the time after.

As my chest cracks wide open, I realize far, far too late, that my silly, naïve heart had already decided on wanting more. I'm not brave . . . and I was a fool for thinking I could be.

All this time. All these years, I thought our wedding was just Vegas madness. Two drunk kids making a beautiful mistake. But he planned it. He wanted it. He cheated fate itself just to make me his wife.

If I leave, then the House will have no inhabitant and how will I bear the thought of it Empty?

Some of my anger was jealousy--she was brave enough to dare, even without me. To mark the world with her power.

You hold on to her. But who could hold on to the wind? And--better yet--who would be so foolish as to trust--to love--such a wild being?