Humans, herself included, held no
interest for her except as living machines, mind-bogglingly intricate, beautiful systems that
somehow housed individuals not quite worthy of the miracle of their physical bodies.
But sometimes the males of the species brought home shiny, beautiful things, with hope burning in their hearts.
Sherry ThomasDespite all her strengths, there was a certain brittleness to her. Sometimes she retreated into
her keep. Sometimes she ran away. But she did not forgive and she did not forget.
How ironic that when they’d been married, she’d never thought of growing old with him.
Yet now, years after the annulment, she should think of it with the yearning of an exile, for
the homeland that had long ago evicted her.
Dear Bryony,
There are many things I wish I had time to tell you, so I will say just this: These past few days have been some of the best days of my life. Because of you.
My fervent hope is that you are safe and well as you read this letter. That you will have all the happiness I wish I could have shared with you. And that you will remember me not as a failed husband, but one who was still trying, til the very end.
Yours always,
Leo
Stichwörter: last-words lasting-love
Once the
exhilaration of their reunion wore off, once the newness of their lovemaking was no longer so
new, how would she see him? No matter how careful he was, invariably someday he would
do something to make her angry. What then? Would all the old unhappiness rush to the fore?
Would she remember that he had once betrayed her and regret that she’d ever given him a
second chance?
Or would she protect herself from the beginning by keeping a certain distance from him, so
that their closeness would always fall short of true communion, always denying him that final
forgiveness so that he could never hurt her again?
All your emotions were so intense—your anger like daggers, your unhappiness a poisoned well. Even your love had such sharp corners and dark alleys.
Sherry ThomasDid the
two of you marry again? Please tell me yes. If he is my brother-in-law again, he is less likely
to kill me for what I did.”
Bryony looked at her a moment, then leaned in and whispered in her ear. “He won’t kill
you. He just wants you committed to an asylum.
Trust ran both ways. How could he ask her to trust him when he hardly trusted her?
He would trust her, in her love, in her strength, in her decency and fortitude.
And when the time came, he would find the strength in himself.
I guess what I’m really trying to say is that you used to shatter easily. But
now you’ve become less brittle.
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