I don't suppose you believe love could last forever."
I'd hurt him. I looked away, chagrined.
"You're mistaken," I said. "I do believe it could. But it would depend upon the lovers."
He folded his arms and watched me, forcing me to return his gaze. Oh, those eyes.
"And what kind of lovers must they be?" he asked.
The You-and-Me kind?
Come, come," I said. "You may be a lord someday, but you aren't one yet. No need for the courtly manners, and certainly not the moody temper. If you're to be my escort tonight, I insist you be a cheery one. You can even insult me if you like. It always makes you feel better.
Julie BerryBut I did consider you," Peter assured me. "For quite a while. About half an hour. Beatrix wasn't too happy with me.
Julie BerryBeauty hovers around you wherever you go, which is why these two poor young men chase after you when you're covered in dirt and dressed in rages. Not beauty of the face or form. Something eternal.
Julie BerryI understand you're a common street thief?"
Peter bristled. "Hardly a common one.
There's room.
Julie BerryYou." I gasped.
"Me," he agreed, amused.
I don't believe in miracles, but if the need is great, a girl might make her own miracle.
Julie BerryTags: miracles independence
There is a curious comfort in letting go. After the agony, letting go brings numbness, and after the numbness, clarity. As if I can see the world for the first time, and my place in it, independent of you, a whole vista of what may be. Even if it is not grand or inspiring, it is real and solid, unlike the fantasy I've built around you. I will do this.
I will triumph over you.
And what rules of economy dictate that a boy without a foot is more whole than a girl without a tongue?
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