Little lessons:
There is something breathtakingly beautiful in the moments of smaller magic that occur when you strip down and are honest with those who are important to you.
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Lue keeps asking me if I love him still, she hasn't mentioned him in weeks, but because we are going home so soon his name is being brought up again. I guess the answer is no, I have healed, feelings faded. But I don't know if he will ever go back to being just Rayne's older brother. I don't know if I can ever see him as someone that I don't love. Because I do. I love him. But I think there are so many versions of love, so many different varieties.
When she says his name, I do not feel pain like I did, when she says his name I do not feel anything other than relief that he is doing better. I just sort of feel okay now.
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RomanceSTORY 5 I'd pick your thunder, I'd pick your rain: over anyone's sunshine any day.