Book Margin
The book: Eden’s copy of Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen
This has gotten out of control.
It’s one thing for me to love him—I have known that for ages, but now he does too? He loves me?
No. This can’t happen.
This needs to stop.
Now, or I’m going to be eternally condemned.
On the other hand, maybe I am already? And maybe I like it.
How many times must I have been condemned to hell and back again, according to what Father has taught me? I’ve lost count. I’ve lost count of my sins. But if I were to actually go to hell, I’d rather it was not because I ate gum or read Jane Austen behind his back. I’d rather it was because Isaiah told me he loved me and I said it back.
And because he kissed me. And I…
Oh no. I’m definitely going to hell after everything I have done. But I don’t even care anymore.
No, I’m glad.