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↳ Gansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.
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andrew minyard orrichard gansey iiiGansey had always felt as if there were two of him: the Gansey who was in control, able to handle any situation, able to talk to anyone, and then, the other, more fragile Gansey, strung out and unsure, embarrassingly earnest, driven by naive longing.
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You will live because of Glendower. Someone else on the ley line is dying when they should not, and so you will live when you should not. He’d died, but failed to stay dead. He was a king.
Instead of answering, he asked, “Do you not want me to come?“
Something stuck in Gansey’s chest. “I would take all of you anywhere with me.”
“Crushed and broken,” Gansey said. “Just the way women like ‘em.”
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He leaned toward her — her heart spun again — and pressed his cheek against hers. His lips didn’t touch her skin, but she felt his breath, hot and uneven, on her face. His fingers splayed on either side of her spine. Her lips were so close to his jaw that she felt his hint of stubble at the end of them. It was mint and memories and the past and the future and she felt as if she’d done this before and already she longed to do it again.
“And that’s it? It’s that simple?”
“I don’t know, Adam! You’re asking me to define an abstract concept that no one has managed to explain since time began. You sort of sprang it on me,” Gansey said. “Why do we breathe air? Because we love air? Because we don’t want to suffocate. Why do we eat? Because we don’t want to starve. How do I know I love her? Because I can sleep after I talk to her.“
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He stopped himself. “This isn’t right.”
Blue shook her head.
“I just don’t understand,” Henry said. “I was so sure that this was going to… change everything. I didn’t think it would end like this.”
“I always knew it was going to end like this,” she said, “but it still doesn’t feel right. Would this ever feel right?”