[Book #2 in the Nystrom series.]
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[Dual pov]
I push the feeling away and ultimately concentrate my gaze on his upper body, which still bears the traces of my lipstick. "You did not remove them?" He smirks and closes the boo...
I'm so sick but here is the update you have been waiting for!
If some of you are confused about some parts of this book; the point is that you slowly get to know more things about the plot in every chapter, so confusion is a good thing (except if you're confused about the dialogue, then I can't save your ass anymore 😭)
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ROWAN'S POV
When our feet do finally touch the ground, I can feel the air around us tensing as the not-too-cold air of Japan washes memories over our flesh. the first time I met her. The months we would spend together before I had to go, only to return.
Amaya surveys the area where we landed, and as she lets out a breath that is anxious and regretful, I can sense her distress.
I can feel it in the air when she stands next to me, and all I want is to reassure her and let her know that she can be herself around me and doesn't need to hide anything since she knows me and I know her
I feel like I know her like the back of my hand, it's as if I have a mental map of the way to her mind—to her heart. However, I was never too near, even with the map.
Amaya Hayashi was the type of person who kept her feelings to herself, tortured herself with her thoughts, and convinced herself that she was crazy. She used to act this way even when we were children.
We both noticed that although her heart belonged to her and no one else, it would stop being her heart whenever we spent time together.
She became afraid after noticing it because she believes that the only thing she has to offer is a tainted, wretched heart. She is afraid to open her heart to anybody.
She didn't appear to realize that I had craved her heart from the beginning, despite how damaged and twisted it was. I still do.
Before meeting her, I had no hope. Even if she doesn't believe it, she was a gift from God. She had a rare mind, one you'd only see once in a lifetime, and I remember falling in love with the way it worked.
When I didn't even know who she was, I fell in love with her thoughts and found myself beginning to memorize everything about her.
Her tongue could speak a million languages, and her pink, plump lips felt as though they were covered in poison. Despite this, I was able to understand every word she spoke.
I could drown in her eyes without feeling the slightest bit of fear given that they were so beautiful. She is the only person whose hands I trusted to touch my flesh, even if they might also be the ones to take my life.
Even if she believes otherwise—even though she hates my guts—she is the one person I will allow to hold my soul.
She's all I've ever wanted. Is it so bad to want someone? Is it really that fatal to fall for someone like her?
