Divine Rivals
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374 printed pages
Impressions
- Afia Ampomah Fosu-Gyeabourshared an impression8 months ago
Last half was so hard to get through but I had to finish
- Lz.gruntedybashared an impression2 years ago
👍Worth readingI love u Kitt and Iris
- sehrkhan097shared an impression2 years ago
AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA ROMAN CARVER KITT COME BACK
Quotes
- Aysalhas quoted25 days ago
And there, on the floor, was a piece of paper.
Iris froze, staring at it.
She had left it there, untouched. She had chosen not to read it months ago, fearing Carver would alter the course she was determined to take.
She walked to the folded paper. She bent down and picked it up from the floor, carrying it to her bed. She set the candle aside, the light flickering around her.
Iris stared at the paper, nearly holding it over the flame to burn. She didn’t know if she was strong enough to open it. She worried it would break the last of her, to read his words now.
In the end, she couldn’t resist.
The paper unfolded like wings in her hands.
His words met her like a blade. She bowed over them.
Iris! Iris, it’s me, Kitt. - Aysalhas quoted25 days agoDear Kitt,
I should have known my brother wasn’t you. I should have known the moment he took hold of my arm. His touch was too hard, too firm. As if he was terrified I would slip through his fingers. I shouldn’t have taken the mask. I should have insisted we give them to the soldiers who actually needed them, using them to draw survivors from the gas. I should have insisted that my brother stop his frantic running. I should have looked behind me.
I am broken, full of contradictions.
I wish I were brave, but I am so afraid, Kitt. - Aysalhas quoted25 days agoShe didn’t know how he had survived them.
Dear Kitt,
I never told you how relieved I was to discover you were Carver.
I never told you how much I loved those morning runs with you.
I never told you how much I loved to hear you say my name.
I never told you how often I reread your letters, and how I now feel agonized, to know they are lost to me, scattered somewhere in Marisol’s B and B.
I never told you that I think the world of you, that I want to read more of your words, that I think you should write a book and publish it.
I never thanked you for going to the front lines with me. For coming between me and the grenade.
I never told you that I love you. And I regret that, most of all.
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