Love never dies.
We meet. We always meet, somehow we’re always thrown together, no matter where I go, no matter how I try to distance myself from you. It never matters. You always find me.
Rule number 2 – don’t listen to me!” Arriane laughed, “I’m certifiably insane!
Daniel’s face – the way it had been bathed in violet light when he’d carried her home this morning – appeared before her eyes. His gleaming golden hair. His tender, knowing eyes. The way one touch of his lips transported her far away from any darkness. For him, she’d suffer all of this, and more.
Every single lifetime, I’ll choose you. Just as you have always chosen me. Forever.