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Cherry sat down besides her Madeleine, while Madeleine took a seat beside Adeline. "You girls did great!" Adeline said to both of them. "Yeah, I know. Cherry can't stop boasting about it." Madeleine said laughing as she gave Cherry a nudge at her shoulder playfully. "I told you I could do it!" Cherry argued. "Great." Adeline replied with a light smile. "Did you guys enjoy your performance?" "We sure did." Madeleine said nodding. "Yeah...it was great." Cherry added agreeing with Madeleine. A few moments later, the last auction began. The item was an art piece called 'Naked Truth.' It depicted a painting of a forest and a young woman made of flowers, stretching forth her hand towards a man who

*Violet's POV* When Kane tells me it won’t happen again I can’t help but feel upset about it. He made me feel so amazing last night with just his fingers and the thought that I won’t ever feel that way again is so disappointing. I try and think about a time when Jace ever made me feel even half that amount of pleasure and I come up blank. I really shouldn’t be making these kinds of comparisons but I just can’t help it. It looks as though this drive is going to be another 3 hours of silent treatment from Kane so I pull out my ereader and continue the book I started on the drive up. At one point, my phone vibrates and I see a text from Lucas.

I said as she laughed. After some more time talking we part our ways to the room. The rest of the time I lounge in the bedroom reading some books Arjo lend me. It was about Zylian history. I was surprised when Arjo gave me the book in English but it was so worth it since history is fascinating. The door to the room opened grabbing my attention. "Hey!" I said standing up in excitement. "Hey, my queen," he said as he kissed the side of my head. "Well? Tell me what happened" I asked as he laughed and guided me to the bed.

Not just any book,it was a personalized Paris Photo Album he made for her. "You made this for me?.." She gazed wondrously as she flipped open the book revealing a perfect photo of hers. One of those he had secretly taken during the picnic before moving to the others. Beautiful photos of nature and it's people. He gasped as she hugged him tightly. "This is the perfect present,Daniel. I'll forever keep this in my heart."

Em gifted her a lavender, knee-length sleeveless dress. "Of course it is. After all, I chose it." She boasted a little. "James, this is another great gift. In fact, your gift is my second favorite after Justin's. And why before you speak, Em, I can't decide whose gift I love more, yours or James." Her passion for books is indescribable. So James gifted her with the Fi Percy Jackson series. Apparently, she was having trouble finding that series, so James gave it to her.

"There's one in Capitol Hill open until eleven. We could just browse. No agenda." "Okay. Pick me up in twenty." The bookstore is quiet. Soft lighting. The smell of coffee and paper. We split up. An unspoken agreement to explore separately. I find him thirty minutes later in the poetry section, reading with complete focus. "Find anything?" I ask. He shows me a collection by Mary Oliver. "I didn't know I liked poetry. But this is—it's beautiful." "Buy it." "I will." We leave with five books between us. None of them self-help or business strategy. Just novels and poetry and a cookbook.

The clerk didn’t even look up. They wandered, fingers brushing worn spines, silence stretching comfortably. He picked up a slim volume of poetry and passed it to her. “For Women Who Are Birds in Cages Made of Mirrors.” By someone she’d never heard of. She flipped through it, then read one line aloud: “She stitched silence into the hem of her voice, so the world wouldn’t hear her unravel.” Renner watched her, his eyes unreadable. “I like her,” she said softly. “I thought you might.”

Even when he stepped right on Jessy's hand and she cried out in pain, he never glanced at her. I watched him move and suddenly felt something tragic rise in my chest. This was the only time he ever looked at me while Jessy screamed. I longed for a love that chose me all these years… but I no longer want it. "Watch your words, Elsa! "We've been married for years. How can you just throw out the word like it means nothing? Aren't you afraid I might really agree to it?" His voice carried anger, but I smiled calmly. "What is there to be afraid of? All I'm concerned about is you not letting go."

Stories of tides that never forgot. One morning in early March, when the almond trees were heavy with blossom again, she found an old envelope tucked inside the pages of a book he had been reading the winter before he died. The book was a worn copy of Neruda’s Twenty Love Poems and a Song of Despair, the spine cracked open to poem fifteen. The envelope was yellowed, unsealed, addressed to her in his careful handwriting. She carried it to the terrace. Sat in his chair. Opened it slowly.

She chose to give him a chance, to give herself a chance, to find true happiness. Today, she chose to trust him, because she wanted to try. To see how far their love could go. The End. *** Author: This journey has come to an end. I am truly grateful that you have followed this book until the very last page. If you're looking for something else to read, don't forget to check out my other books!