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TITLE: Love Abstract
AUTHOR: B.L. Berry
SERIES: The Art of Falling Book 2
Things aren't always what they seem.
And in the light, Sleeping Shadows awaken and truths are exposed.
Love...
I love you.
Of all the lies he ever told me, that is my favorite.
Deceit...
Phoenix isn't who he thinks he is.
He is what he hides.
I know that now.
Lies...
His lies became so real he started to believe them,
deceiving even himself.
His silence lies, too.
The truth won't set you free. It will destroy you.
Love is deceptive like that.
And in the light, Sleeping Shadows awaken and truths are exposed.
Love...
I love you.
Of all the lies he ever told me, that is my favorite.
Deceit...
Phoenix isn't who he thinks he is.
He is what he hides.
I know that now.
Lies...
His lies became so real he started to believe them,
deceiving even himself.
His silence lies, too.
The truth won't set you free. It will destroy you.
Love is deceptive like that.
Prologue
Phoenix
It all
started with a little white lie.
A lie of
omission, if you want to be technical.
But
somewhere along the way, that little white lie turned into a massive, gaping
black hole, mercilessly sucking in every facet of my life bit by fucking bit.
I’ve done
everything I can to protect Ivy, to keep her out of my screw up. But one day
she’s going to find out. And I know I need to tell her before someone else
does. I need her to understand. I need her forgiveness. I need her to hear the
sincerity in my words, my apology.
I can only
hope that Ivy is open-minded and understanding enough to accept my past
transgressions as she’s accepted her own. She has to accept me as I accepted
her, fuck ups and all, right?
Ivy knows
I’m not myself. I haven’t been myself in what feels like years. She can see the
guilt of an unnamed crime written all over my face, but for whatever reason,
she chooses not to say anything. Maybe she’s terrified of what the truth will
bring?
She should
be.
And
frankly, so am I.
The demons
of my past haunt me every fucking day. I wish things had unfolded differently.
I never imagined that one decision could ever bite me in the ass like it has.
But I can’t turn back time and rewrite the past without changing the course of
my present … my future. The choices I made ultimately led me to her. And she is
all that is good in my life …
The one
thing going right.
And I
won’t give that up without a fight.
The
streetlight streaming in through the cracks in the blinds is just enough to
illuminate our bedroom. I’ve been awake for hours; my mind racing to all the
dark places I hate visiting.
I sit up,
careful not to stir Ivy. Her hair cascades across her pillow. She looks so
beautiful when she’s asleep. There’s no worry in her face, and she is just at
peace with the world. Everything about this woman was created specifically for
me. I can watch her for a single moment and easily find one thousand new things
I love about her.
Over the
past few weeks, I’ve perfected the fine art of quietly escaping our bedroom. I
stealthily make my way to the door and slowly turn the handle. I look back over
my shoulder and watch her sigh in her sleep. She’s snoring softly, and I just
know.
I know
that this is it.
She is it.
Most guys
would never admit the moment they knew they wanted to marry the love of their
life.
Then
again, I’m not most guys.
I’m just
an asshole. Quite possibly the luckiest asshole in the history of assholes.
And who
knows how long my luck will last.
Because
today is going to be the day I come clean and tell her what happened.
And this
time I mean it.
LOVE NOUVEAU
B.L. Berry is many things. A New Adult author. A self-proclaimed music whore. A long-course triathlete. A marketing savant. And a full-time working mom. While there are never enough hours in the day, she does the best she can to get things done and hopes for technological advances in human cloning.
When she’s not hiding behind her computer writing, you can find her spending time with her family or catching up on her favorite TV shows. Rumor has it she’ll sleep when she’s dead.
She is Canadian by birth. Mexican by marriage. Chicagoan by heart. Kansan by choice. Jayhawk purely by common sense.
Residing outside of Kansas City, she lives with her husband, two children and black pug. Each day her family thanks the makers of e-Readers, because without which they would be living amongst stacks and stacks of romance novels. Conversely, each day B.L. Berry thanks the makers of e-Readers for hiding her book-hoarding tendencies.
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