meriwen
That's how you know you're in love, he thought to himself, watching her. It's not all prickly feelings and butterflies in the stomach: it's when her tears hurt you like iron barbs and her laughter is like the sound of heaven in your heart. It's when her smile is the sunlight and her frown is the abyss. It's when you want to give her everything you've got and everything you haven't--it's when she is your world.
"He's not that sort of person," she retorted. "Don't try to make him play by your arbitrary rules, Jennifer, because it won't work. Not for a man of principle."
"I should have thought--"
"Principles and rules are not equal! Haven't you heard anything I've been saying for the past hour?"
"I am convinced," said Cara, "that he has no interest in helping either you or me. It is all for the fulfillment of his own vanity that he has done even so much as he has." She spoke sternly, but her lips were trembling and her hands, beneath the table, were clenched into tight little fists.
Lucy stood beside the port, clutching her shawl with cold fingers. She was tired from a restless night, but she would wait here until she saw white sails on the grey-blue horizon. It was the least she could do for the man who had taken pity on her; the man she wished she could love.
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