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482 pages, Paperback
First published December 17, 2013
“I’m Delilah, the mistake.”
“I don’t want to fix you, Bird. I want you to fix me.”
I lived in the past and merely existed in the present, with no care for my future. That’s just the way it was.
He broke his promise of forever.After hanging out with Abel, Lie is more confused than ever. It’s apparent that they are attracted to one another. There is something there that draws them to one another, like a moth to a flame. I wasn’t sure about Abel through part of the book. He did a few things that pissed me off. By the end, I adored him. He truly did care for Lie and only wanted what was best for her.
“Why can’t you just love me? What did I ever do to you?”
“You were born.”
"Those days are over, Bird. Now we have each other, and I won’t let them make you cry anymore.”
“You promise?” I asked, as Brock used the palm of his hand to brush the sadness from my cheeks.
“I promise.”
…
“I don’t want to fix you, Bird. I want you to fix me.”
The good thing about Trish was that she didn’t care about my past—who I was or why I needed to be someone else. All she cared about was herself, which was both sad and relieving.
“Why would you ever want to be like her?”
“I am like her.” I stood, wobbling under my weight.
“Liar, liar.” My own words were whispered back to me, and I wanted to scream at him.
Stupid stranger, asshole, nice guy.
“Loser,” I groaned, as I rolled my eyes.
“I may be a loser, but I fuck like a champ. You should try it sometime. Maybe you wouldn’t be so cranky.”
...
“This has been fun, but I have a date. Don’t give yourself a paper cut, Kettle.” He turned to leave, and I groaned with frustration.
“It’s a Kindle, you idiot. There is no paper.”
“I’m not Brock, Delilah. I’m not him!” His voice echoed off the walls in the nearly empty house.
“You’re not. So stop trying to be, and leave me the hell alone!” Anger flowed through my veins, but I knew it wasn’t him I was mad at. I was mad at myself, because try as I might, I had feelings for this guy.
“You don’t mean that.”
“I do, Abel. I mean it.” He closed the gap between us as he swallowed hard.
“You think if you keep saying it, I’ll suddenly stop caring? It doesn’t work that way, Kettle. Trust me— I’m fucking torturing myself here, and I can’t stop. I’m falling for you. If it were that easy, I would have walked away by now.”
“I don’t want to fix you, Bird. I want you to fix me.”
-Brock
“The point, Kettle, is you have people who care about you and want to help you, but you’re too damn stubborn to see it.”
“Who? Like Trish?” I brushed some raindrops from my forehead.
“Like me, Lie. Me. If you’d open your goddamn eyes.”
-Abel