Epigraph
Why do I put myself through this when I know how much it’s going to hurt? I know why... because I’m a masochist. (Umm...
a book masochist, okay?) Two hundred fifty pages of Sebastian loving Annabelle with all his heart while she stomps on it,
his feelings unrequited. And only fifty pages of her finally coming to her senses and loving him to healing. And yet...
it hurts so freaking good. I am a sucker for the angst, apparently.
—@irene.loves.love.books
Real life beats me down enough. I don’t need to read this kind of emotional torture in my books.
—@aidentheguyreadsromance
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