“Then your fingers moved down to my chin. You pushed it up with your thumb to look at me, almost like you were studying me in the artificial lights above my head. And, I mean, you really looked at me … with eyes like two stars. [...] And I had wings fluttering away inside me all right. Big fat moth wings. You trapped me easily, drew me toward you like I was already in the net.”
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“Your beautiful mouth was moving like a caterpillar. I reached out and tried to catch it.”
“There were tiny stars behind my eyelids, a whole galaxy of tiny, spinning stars.”
“It was like I’d stepped out into an afterlife. Only there were no angels.”
“Mia, I'm not sorry. And I'll wait. Love, Michael.”