Because the birds sculpted the air with their song — I sent that flash across the sea. Candle in a paper lantern, the flame rose and dipped. I've been hiding from my father. Fog-damp pall over the city. I ink this bruise onto paper. Years ago, in Highland Park, we'd picnic in the backyard. We slept in the living room. I clung to my beautiful mother. Flipped the pillow and pressed against its coolness. I held grudges like tiny fists of sand, then, let go. I kissed the fog and sky and the ocean's cobalt hue. You. I hadn't yet met you. Murky alphabet — I falter the letter, I elide the gaps. If the opalescent dew meant anything, it meant that one day I'd be lifted above my feelings. You'd become less than a feeling, the way every lover I've known no longer hurts me. Those old charges detonated. Here and now, I make room for joy. Birds ribbon the air with their singing. Bird voices riot up. The planes with their hulking engines — they fly too. The jags of each cliff head — Your lips — I uninterrupt.
Today, she must get this answer. "What were you to me? " He said absentmindedly. His deep abyss like eyes hazed for a second followed by a deep fascinating chuckled. "Do you dare to confront the truth? " There was clear warning in his tone. Like always, he tried his best to intimidate her and give up. Xu Xinya realized this and this only fueled her resolve. "Yes, I do! " She replied; her determination only becoming tougher at his warning.... Warning: The genera is dark romance and the ML is portrayed somewhat a possessive freak. He mellows down later own. There will be sexual mature content and violence. So if it is not your cup of tea, steer away.... Author Message. However, the ending would be happy, I assure you that. This author hates sad endings. Besides, there would be no Rape I assure you that. I despise rape and even though I would like to make my readers cry a bit, having rape in the novel is taking it a bit too far. In the end, do give this novel a try. You won't regret it....