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354 pages, Paperback
First published May 10, 2015
"It's time for me to grow up. And the only way to do that is to let you go. I have to."
Superman stares back at me as she states, “You’re good like him. A hero. You just don’t know it yet.”
"There's so much more to you than you believe, Dalton. You think yourself incapable of trust and compassion, of patience and empathy, but I know better." She lifts her hand and flattens her palm on her chest. "I know because I feel you here. The real you, not the concocted version you want everyone else to see."
"I want you Spence, but I can't have you. I won't allow it. You're too good, too pure, too innocent, and just as your presence soothes me, mine will eventually flaw you. It's inevitable, and I care too much for you to let that happen."
The day he showed up on our porch, something happened while we watched that first sunset together. I don’t know how or why or if I can even put it into words, but we became forever connected. My hidden pain cried out for his, and his fiery rage searched for mine. It was as though the most deprived parts within each of us sense the other’s, then reached out and grabbed hold, essentially melding us together and making us whole.
I know it because I felt it.
I felt him.
Spencer Locke is the only bit of humanity I permit myself to indulge in. She’s the one thing, the one person whose mere presence provides some sense of relief from the constant sense of asphyxiation I feel.
She is my reprieve.
My air.
Spencer Locke is the one slice of happy I have.
“I have always belonged to you. I will always belong to you. Regardless of what you’ve done, what you do, even what you will do, I will forever be yours. And that’s my choice to make, whether you choose me or not.”
“You think I don’t want you? Goddamn it, Spencer,” he bites. “I want you so much I can’t fucking breathe when I’m without you.”
The constant ache in my chest dwindles as it’s replaced with the fervor of renewed hope. Of the promise of love and acceptance with absolutely no expectation other than receiving mine in return.
I open myself completely and give her all that I have – all that I am – and pray that it’s enough.
“I was broken too, Dalton. Shattered. Unsalvageable.”
My gaze falls to her lips, watching as they curl upward into a timid smile. “Until the day I met you, that is. The day that every single one of my fractured pieces permanently fused with yours, rebuilding me with renewed strength so I could stand strong and fight for you.” She shakes her head. “I won’t give up on you. I will never stop believing in you. And I will continue to fight for you until the day I die because without you here” – she brings my palm to her chest – “I do not exist.”
I would give anything, sacrifice everything, for even the smallest of chances to experience the love that only Spencer can provide.
I would die for it.
I would die for her.
“A second chance is a gift that many, many people long to receive, yet sadly, few are given. Never forget that.”