“ Everything she knew about him rushed through her mind like a tidal wave. ”
He was under the mistaken impression that I didn't have enough tact.The truth was, I had no tact.
~ Caroline Hanson
The calmness was fracturing, tendrils of fear seeping through her mind like ivy. Once the fear consumed her, she'd run.
Her gaze shifted away. I don't remember my dreams anymore. It was like she was confessing a dirty secret. And maybe it was, because even though he hated the dreams, each time he had them, he was with his parents again. Hearing their laughter. Watching them live. But when he woke up they were really gone.
Maybe that was one of the problems with these men who lived forever, they'd built up an immunity or resistance to affection. Perhaps because when everyone they knew and loved continued to die, they realized the value of distance, of not losing one's self completely to love.
