Book Summary
Find a flower, pick it up, pluck the petals for such luck.
The fates were finally delivering on that.
After countless times of asking ‘does he love me? Does he not?’ I had reason to believe that maybe he did.
Why else would Damien Rios land back on my path, across the street, under a red umbrella? Years had gone by, but not a single day passed without his absence filling my mind. Our younger selves would’ve recognized the need to greet one another.
As an adult, I knew not to scare him that easily. Maybe, if I watched him long enough, I could figure out a way to say hello again. Maybe, I could finally ask him why he didn’t show up the night I needed him most.
Love was like a throned rose. Pretty to cast your eyes upon, but it would slice your soul when you tried to take it for yourself.
Reese Gordon, my therapist, tells me my attachment to the man wasn’t stable or healthy. Even though I told him the stories of my past, he couldn’t see Damien the way I did.
One man beckoned me to remember my darkest time, and I’ve somehow managed to drag in the other with me. My hope rested on the luck of it entirely.
The last time I picked a flower, it did tell me he loved me, after all.
WARNING: The FMC is not sound of mind. The relationships in this are not healthy or conventional. Past abuse and flashbacks are in this. It’s a dark romance in a new light.
Genre: Romance
Find a flower, pick it up, pluck the petals for such luck.
The fates were finally delivering on that.
After countless times of asking ‘does he love me? Does he not?’ I had reason to believe that maybe he did.
Why else would Damien Rios land back on my path, across the street, under a red umbrella? Years had gone by, but not a single day passed without his absence filling my mind. Our younger selves would’ve recognized the need to greet one another.
As an adult, I knew not to scare him that easily. Maybe, if I watched him long enough, I could figure out a way to say hello again. Maybe, I could finally ask him why he didn’t show up the night I needed him most.
Love was like a throned rose. Pretty to cast your eyes upon, but it would slice your soul when you tried to take it for yourself.
Reese Gordon, my therapist, tells me my attachment to the man wasn’t stable or healthy. Even though I told him the stories of my past, he couldn’t see Damien the way I did.
One man beckoned me to remember my darkest time, and I’ve somehow managed to drag in the other with me. My hope rested on the luck of it entirely.
The last time I picked a flower, it did tell me he loved me, after all.
WARNING: The FMC is not sound of mind. The relationships in this are not healthy or conventional. Past abuse and flashbacks are in this. It’s a dark romance in a new light.
Genre: Romance
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