8 Quotes by Pamela Harju

The cruel hand of disappointment strangled my throat. Of course he wasn’t jealous. Why would he be? After all, to him, I wasn’t the only woman in the world. He just wanted to be sure that nobody knew about me. As if it would matter. The public would be interested for a while, yes, but they’d forget it quickly.

He had not been sleeping well over Christmas. Actually, he hadn’t been doing anything well over Christmas – eating, sleeping, exercising, talking, looking after himself, laughing, crying… No, he hadn’t really been crying despite all the pain he felt. It was just tearing him up inside, quietly. It was like his insides were being ripped up by an angered tiger.

Mel eventually gave up trying to talk to him and just sat there looking at him. There was not likely to be much to look at, apart from the red, puffy eyes, runny nose and the rest of the mess that was Kyle French. Certainly not the once good-looking young student that Mel had developed a crush on.

Who did she expect to pick her up? A name had been on her lips. Someone she missed terribly, so much so that the physical longing stabbed at her chest and made her grab it, but there was no knife to pull out. It was invisible but real, and the blade was grinding deeper into her as she realised that she didn’t know who she was missing. There was no knight in shining armour to collect her, or if there was, she didn’t know who he was.

You have me.”That’s what she wanted to say, but to her introvert heart, such confessions didn’t come easy.

Käytävästä kuului liikettä, eikä aikaakaan ennen kuin Gary ilmestyi portaiden päähän. Hän näytti niin pirteältä ja hyväntuuliselta, että olisi voinut kuvitella olevan keskipäivä ennemmin kuin keskiyö. Hän oli pukeutunut lyhyeen, mustaan nahkatakkiin ja kapealahkeisiin, mustiin farkkuihin ja näytti juuri siltä mitä olikin – maailmanluokan rock-tähdeltä. Kun hän kääntyi minua kohti, hänen kasvoilleen levisi ilkikurinen hymy. ”Hei, en tiennytkään, että pyjama voi olla noin seksikäs.

Pettymyksen julma koura kuristi kurkkuani. Tietenkään Gary ei ollut mustasukkainen. Miksi olisikaan ollut? Hänelle en sentään ollut ainoa nainen maailmassa. Häntä vain kiinnosti varmistaa, että kukaan ei saisi tietää minusta. Aivan kuin sillä olisi ollut jotakin merkitystä. Tietysti tapaus kiinnostaisi yleisöä jonkin aikaa, mutta se unohtuisi nopeasti.

The moment I opened my eyes on Suse and Jonah’s wedding day, there was only one thing on my mind – Gary. I knew he was in town, and his presence was everywhere. It was in the sheets on my bed, it wrapped itself around me in the shape of my bathrobe and stirred into my coffee with the sugar. The stupid thing was that I didn’t even know if he was in town yet. Maybe he was still on the way.