Extraits

A decade is a long time. What if we're too different now ? What if we're just not meant to be ?

But today, thankfully, there's something else to distract me. June's coming into town.

“I don’t deserve having you in my life,” I tell her quietly. “There may always be pain and grief that follows me, even here, in all this Ross City luxury. Maybe that’s the way it goes in life. You don’t deserve to share that pain.” I take a deep breath, trying to quell my fear, the rising tide of all the darkness that still haunts me from the Republic. “But I think you do deserve to know the truth of how I feel. Because even if we can’t be together in the end, I would like you to know.”

June’s eyes are glossy against the blue-gray light filtering in from the windows. “And what is that?” she whispers.

“That I love you,” I whisper. “That I’ve been in love with you for years, even when we were separated. Especially then. I’ve lived with you in my life, and I’ve lived without you. No matter what kind of fear I feel in the possibility of us being together, the fear of being away from you is something I don’t think I can bear.”

The world shifts, tilts, sometimes collapses. But sometimes, bends toward you, and everything feels right.

“My home is where you are”

“I’ve looked over my shoulder for a decade,” I whisper, “wondering what it was that was missing in my life. Turns out, all this time, it was you.”