There was life after Joe. There had to be, hadn't there? I just wished that instead of my constantly having to muster every scrap of my strength in order to feel normal, it would happen of its own accord. I didn't want happy. Normal would have done.
Harper FoxMy brow found the hollow of his collarbone, the place where we fitted together.
Harper FoxThe mug was so warm, and my hands so cold, that it didn't feel as if we belonged in the same universe.
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Maybe I was being stupid, but an old faith was stirring inside me, a willingness to lean on the tides of the universe instead of swimming desperately against them.
Harper FoxMaybe that’s as good as it gets.” “Shit. I wish it had been better.” “Maybe it will be. We just live our lives, good ones. Pay that way.” He leaned into me and sobbed. “Nic, I love you. You saved my fucking soul.
Harper FoxMaybe we walked past each other in the crowd.” “No.” “Why not?” “Because I wouldn’t have walked past you.
Harper FoxHe folded into my arms. I buried my face in his hair, and I listened to the sounds of midsummer on my island. Gorse pods were crackling in the sun. When the wind shifted, I could hear the voice of the sea, woven through always with birdsong and mermaids.
Harper FoxYou know how it is with ex-lovers—you like to look as if you’re doing okay. Just ordinary pride, not at all a desire to shove down their throats what they’re missing…
Harper FoxHe was the heart of my world, my gravity, my sun. My life before him was a dream from which I’d joyously awoken. He turned this dusty cell into a prince’s chamber, hung it with satin and silks. I loved him.
Harper FoxI’m not some kind of…hallowed ground, you know,” I whispered. “Not something special, or sacred, or—” “You are to me. Oh, God, Nichol, you are to me.
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