Mystic City

I always knew this story would break my heart

Your mother stands against everything my parents believe in," I say. "But I'm not my parents." "Aria," Hunter whispers into my ear. "Yes?" "Just kiss me." We press our lips together gentle, and it's like I am alive, on fire, like I can do anything in the world. I know this because he's a mystic, but there's something more familiar, something safe and sexy and irresistible about the way his lips feel, his tongue brushing lightly against mine. Our passion is like what's described in my love letters: it's like coming home, finally, when I never even knew I'd been away.

Everyone around me is applauding wildly, overjoyed by how quickly something can disappear. Am I the only one who wishes things could come back?

Llevo deseando encontrar el amor desde que era pequeña. El amor que ves en la televisión o sobre el cual lees en los libros, ese en el que descubres tu otra mitad - la persona con la que estás destinada a pasar el resto de tu vida - y de repente te sientes completa. [...] Siempre he pensado que el amor verdadero me abrasaría.

You're like the antidote to a poison -calming, soothing. You make me feel safe in a world full of chaos.