The Retribution of Mara Dyer

Je t’aime. Aujourd’hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Si je vivais mille ans, je t’appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chacune d’elles.
I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.

“Are you going to draw?”
“Nope.”
“Shame. I was going to ask you to do me like one of your French girls.”

I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one.

“You’re so weird.”
“I’m fascinating. There’s a difference.”

This is a love story. Twisted and messy. Flawed and screwed up. But it’s ours. It’s us.

Je t’aime. Aujourd’hui. Ce soir. Demain. Pour toujours. Si je vivais mille ans, je t’appartiendrais pour tous. Si je vivais mille vies, je te ferais mienne dans chacune d’elles.

I love you. Today. Tonight. Tomorrow. Forever. If I were to live a thousand years, I would belong to you for all of them. If I were to live a thousand lives, I would want to make you mine in each one

Hers is the body electric; she is the high I’d been chasing but never caught until now.

Mara is the one I never knew I was waiting for, and as long as she’ll have me, I will never let her go.

What had happened would always be part of us, but we’d survived it. We were still here. The curtain would fall on us eventually, but I would fight to keep it up as long as I could. For now it was just us, together, and there was nothing in our way.

“He wouldn’t love you if you weren’t what you are.”

But I am what I am. And he does.