Novel & Cerita My Love Is As A Fever Longing Still

"Suzy, what's wrong with you? You scared him." "What's wrong with me?" I let out a laugh, but tears still pushed their way up. "Yeah. I've gone crazy. Driven crazy by you two. And that ridiculous Larisse. "In this house, is there even space left for me to breathe? Everything I do is wrong. Everything I say is ignorant. Even my existence feels like a mistake." "Harry, ask yourself honestly. Does this still feel like a home? My son doesn't act like a child anymore. He's like some experiment you're using to impress that woman."

Those words sank into my heart like a thousand steel needles. I had already spent over four years living as someone dependent, unwanted, trapped. They didn't love me. They tormented me. And yet, they refused to let me go. It was true—I could leave soon. Just not with Jonathan. I would leave on my own. My phone was still at the Sterling house. I would get it back, one way or another. And before I left, I wanted to say goodbye—to him, and to the past we had shared. "I can't walk anymore. Will you carry me?"

Zach sighed. "Jenna, it looks like Bernard really loves you. He's been standing in the rain outside the building for a week." I shook my head and drew the curtains, shutting out the drizzle and Bernard's silhouette. So what if he loved me? It didn't erase what he did. If he'd cared, he wouldn't have crossed that line. It was far too late for apologies. … Later on, Wyatt called and said Bernard had come down with pneumonia after a fever, but he was refusing treatment.

If I hadn't heard the truth with my ears, I might have been fooled by this display of grief and guilt. However, now that I stare at the expression he had so carefully arranged into sorrow and devotion, all I could do was let out a bitter, involuntary laugh. So, this was his love. A love cold enough to kill my wolf, to sever my bond with the Moon Goddess, and to strip me of all my pride. Louis took my silence as shock. Gently, he stroked my hair and said, "Get some rest. Don't be afraid. I'm here." Then, he turned and walked out without lingering for even a moment longer.

She recalled the day she and Sean were kissing intimately in the bathroom, with James standing even closer to them than she was now to him. Was James’s pain then the same as hers now, unbearable to the point of suffocation? No, his pain must have been even worse. So this was what love felt like. To love someone was to be unable to bear seeing others being close to them or claiming them as their own. But she had hurt James deeply, countless times. Like self-inflicted punishment, she stood motionless in the snow, staring at the darkened window. The next morning, Jessica and James left for the City Hall.

Her fingers trembled. She flipped the photo over. A date was scribbled in pen. And a single word: “Forever”. Her heart thudded loudly in her chest. She stared at the photo, the feelings rushing in like a tide she had tried to hold back for too long. Pain - Love - Longing. -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The air in the room shifted, heavy with realization. Memories flashed, flames, gunshots, whispered promises under a shattered sky. The sensation of lips on hers. The desperate cry of a man calling her name.

Love; the word felt as though it was too easily thrown from mouth to mouth, but his mind couldn't help but wander to the antiquated words of Edmund Spenser. "My Love is like to ice, and I to fire: How comes it then that this her cold so great-Is not dissolved through my so hot desire, But stronger grows the more I her entreat? Or how comes it that my exceeding heat is not allayed by her heart-frozen cold, But that I burn much more in boiling sweat, and feel my flames augmented manifold? What more miraculous thing may be told; That fire, which all things melts, should harden ice. And ice, which is congeal’d with senseless cold, should kindle fire by wonderful device?"

You made me believe that real love does exist and that healing was possible. I love you til my dying breath. I love you from this world to the real world. I love you til the ends of the Earth. I will love you until the last star dies in the sky. Forever Yours, Merry SONG USED FOR THIS CHAPTER: Two by Sleeping At Last

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My screams mingle with his roar, echoing off the canyon walls and coming back to us as the reverberation of our climax echoes through our bodies. When we stop moving, I collapse against him, into his arms, my head on his shoulder, unable to even keep my own head up. When my consciousness returns, Tom is rocking me slowly from side to side, murmuring, “Beautiful female. Wonderful, magical female.” My heart feels like it will burst wide. And then I know with total certainty— I am loved back.