“But my attention’s elsewhere, drawn to that warm wonderful pull, the familiar loving essence that only belongs to one person—only belongs to him— Watching as Damen cuts through the water, board tucked under his arm, body so sculpted, so bronzed, Rembrandt would weep. Water sluicing behind him like a hot knife through butter, cleanly, fluidly, as though parting the sea. My lips part, desperate to speak, to call out his name and bring him back to me. But just as I’m about to, my eyes meet his and I see what he sees: me—hair tangled and wet—clothes twisted and clinging—frolicking in the ocean on a hot sunny day with Jude’s tanned strong arms still wrapped around me. I release myself from Jude’s grip, but it’s too late. Damen’s already seen me. Already moved on. Leaving me hollow, breathless, as I watch him retreat. No tulips, no telepathic message, just a sad, empty void left behind in his place.”
Quote by Alyson Noël
Book:Shadowland
Work
Shadowland
This book delves into a world shrouded in mystery and intrigue, offering readers a journey through a landscape of shadows and enigmatic occurrences. more
Author
You May Also Like
Source: For Your Own Good: Hidden Cruelty in Child-Rearing and the Roots of Violence
Source: The Intelligence of Evil or the Lucidity Pact
Source: KNOW YOUR ENEMIES: Familiarity is camouflage
Source: Last Night I Sang to the Monster