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“Do you think if I hadn’t moved, you wouldn’t have ended up hating me?' Amira asks, catching me off guard. 'I don’t hate you,' I say automatically. 'Maybe not anymore,' Amira says. 'But you made it perfectly clear you wanted nothing to do with me the moment we started at North, and I never understood why.' 'I told you why,' I say, defensive. 'It wasn’t personal. I just didn’t think being friends with you would be conducive to me reaching my goals.' Amira shakes her head and pushes to standing. 'Rochelle, how could I not take that personally?' 'I—' 'Just forget it,' Amira says, waving a hand. 'I don’t know why I even brought it up. I should go.' “Amira . . .' I falter, unsure what I want to say, but Amira doesn’t wait for me to figure it out. 'I’ll see you at work,' she says, and then she’s gone.”

“But it was "woman plus habitation," and she was a stranger. That is probably the truest and most gothic part; not because of war or because we'd only net with chaperones before marriage; rather because I didn't know her, not really, until I did. She was a stranger because something essential was shielded, released in tiny bursts until it became a flood-a flooded of what I realized I did not know. Afterward, I would mourn her as if she'd died, because something had: someone we had created together”

“I fell in love with you the day that I met you, and then I fell in love with the person you remembered you are. I got to fall in love with you twice. That’s— that’s magic. You’re the first thing I’ve believed in since— since I don’t even remember, okay, you’re— you’re movies and destiny and every stupid, impossible thing, and it’s not because of the fucking train, it’s because of you. It’s because you fight and you care and you’re always kind but never easy, and you won’t let anything take that away from you. You’re my hero, Jane. I don’t care if you think you’re not one. You are.”

“The first time I let myself fall, it wasn’t hot at all. It was cold. January. There was ice on the sidewalks— at least, that’s what I’d heard. But this girl felt like nectarines and balconies to me. She felt like everything. She felt like a long winter, then a nervous spring, then a sticky summer, and then those last days you never thought you’d get to, the ones that spread themselves out, out, out until they feel like they go on forever. So, August is a person.”

“Do you remember, darling A year ago today When we gave ourselves to each other Before you went away At the end of that pleasant summer weather Which we had spent by the sea together? How little we knew, my darling, All that the year would bring! Did I think of the wretched mornings When I should kiss my ring And long with all my heart to see The girl who gave the ring to me? We have not been sorry darling We loved each other so- We will not take back the promises We made a year ago- And so again, my darling I give myself to you, With graver thought than a year ago With love that is deep and true.”

“Maybe it’s the lingering pulse of the distant music or my own thundering heartbeat, but it’s like my sense of reasoning was peeled off along with my clothes. All I know from the raw hunger in my chest and wet desire sticky between my legs, is that I need her. It feels as if I don’t have those sinful lips pressed against me soon, there’ll be hell to pay. “Take my mind off it then,” I say as I twist my fingers in her hair and tilt my body up towards the burning trails her fingers are tracing into my skin. I can feel her smile against my neck. “With pleasure.”