Half condemn him and write him off as useless like him dad. The other half just shrug and indulge him and say, โWell, thatโs Adrian.
Richelle MeadIโve seen all I need to. Iโm going to go drink now in a futile effort to wipe away the memory of this debacle.
Richelle MeadโMa'am?โ She glanced up at me, pushing her glasses up her nose as she did. โHmm? Oh, I remember you. Miss Melbourne.โ โMelrose,โ I corrected. โAre you sure? I could've sworn you were named after someplace in Australia.โ โWell, my first name is Sydney,โ I said, not sure if I should be encouraging her.
Richelle MeadI had never thought I could love another person this much. I also never thought Iโd live in such fear of losing another person. Was this how everyone in love felt? Did they all cling tightly to their beloved and wake up terrified in the middle of the night, afraid of being alone? Was that an inevitable way of life when you loved so deeply? Or was it just those of us who walked on a precipice who lived in such panic?
Richelle Mead