“Even the darkest night will end and the Sun will Rise.” ——-Victor Hugo
This is one of the best books I’ve read. It attacked all my senses and left me a blubbering mess by the end of the book. It was one of the hardest as I pictured all this couple went thru. Time wasted over being hurt, lies told, and everyone else sticking their nose where it did not belong. This is the first book I have read by Stephanie and she nailed it. Her story was genuine and so where her character’s.
The past always catches up to you, no matter how far you go, you cannot outrun your own heart. Seven years ago I left home and swearing to myself I would never return. Kellan Nash left his mark on my heart. A mark I never let go of because he owned my heart. I spent the last seven years trying to erase him out of my heart. Never in a million years did I ever want to face him again. But here I was face to face with him again. I was not prepared for him to still have the same effect on me. He nearly destroyed me once and I won’t let him do it again. But the more time I am back the more I question what really happened seven years ago. The more I worry about what will happen if he discovers my biggest secret. Because when he does he will surely hate me forever.
At seventeen she was the most beautiful thing I ever seen. A girl like Shae did not belong with a guy like me, but that did not stop me from wanting her or breaking her heart. Everyone told me we could not last. Shae was destined to go to Columbia, I could not compete with that or stand in her way. I did what I thought was the right thing and let her go. I tried to make her see it was better this way so we would not get any deeper than we were. Make a clean break. I just did realise that I would break her and me.
“Sometimes in rare occurrences, life will give you a second chance. You just have to be ready to meet it head on and accept it. It is not time that matters, but who you become during that time. Sometimes pain comes into our lives on the tail end of happiness. When our heartbreak and misery strike, we look for someone to blame. Hate is a funny fickle thing. It is not the opposite of love. Hate is caring too much, caring so much that you cannot let it go. Hate is easy and weak. Hate is a lie we use to cover up something deeper inside us. What is meant to be will always find a way through storms and fires. Through tragedy and loss. It withstands. It keeps fighting . It’s never over.