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P. 294 He said quietly, “Just whisper it.”I’d have to answer him and if not now, eventually. The truth wouldremain the truth whether I ignored it or not...Should I surrender to whatever this future would bring? I cringedinwardly. When had reality seemed so unreal? After several moments,I gave up and whispered, “You’re . . . T-R-I-T-O-N,the Triton.”I couldn’t say anything else, it seemed irreverent. He didn’t deny it, hedidn’t laugh, or scoff or make excuses...

Jasper felt the sadness then. A strong sensation of being pulled underwater, of being helpless to do anything but sink. Further into the despair. Until it completely surrounded you. Until every breath you took was just swallowing more pain. Until you were in so deep that there wasn't any hope of ever breaking the surface again.

Doesn’t this feel wrong to you?” I cut in. “Lying to everyone? Acting like we’re this happy couple?

What’s there to figure out?” He shrugs. “We’re dating.

Crooked glasses and that dang-awful knit sweater,” I drawl, shaking my head, “mid-sneeze while chomping on a soggy burrito. I’m sure everyone wants to see that.

Madison…” I slip the crook of my finger under her chin, gently tilting it up so her eyes meet mine. “I swear it’s the truth.

And just because something is broken, doesn’t mean it’s any less special.

I can almost feel the wind beneath my wings; I can almost taste the thrill of flying away from this small town and never looking back.

If she could explore and heal his injuries with her fingers, it would be another type of magic, her skin making contact with his. Putting her mind to it, Love would become familiar with his body. She would know him from top to bottom, from beginning to end. Touching this boy would be the death, and life, of her.