River clasps my chin between his index finger and his thumb and searches my eyes.
“Not yet, Goddess,” he mutters before silencing me with a soft kiss.
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LINE 39
Verlene Landon
A happy ending that is just the beginning.
(LINE 39 is a sweet introduction to Rue & Lena that’ll leave you craving more.)
1
Lena
Lena hated herself a little more each time she left the flower shop with a bouquet of lies. Today, they took the form of blood red roses.
Just like regular lies, they grew bigger and bigger as time went on. This particular line of untruths started as a chance meeting and a small spray of daisies. It had now blossomed to red roses and love.
Yep, just like regular lies, only these smell better.
The soft tinkle of the bell was like a condemnation. You lie. You lie. You lie. How could a bell sound so taunting?
“Bye, Lena. See you next week,” Cindy called from the counter. Lena barely waved goodbye. Which was sad, considering Cindy was the closest thing Lena had to a friend.
As she stepped into the sun she wondered, not for the first time since moving here, what Cindy must think of her. Did Cindy know the flowers weren’t just for décor, but to convince her dad she was fine? Looking forward and living instead of holed up in her cabin away from the world?
Lies.
Lena hoped she never got caught slipping the card into her palm after insisting she didn’t need one since the flowers were just to brighten a room. Thank God they were free or she would’ve been shoplifting every week.
More lies.
In truth, she only left the house when she absolutely had to. She didn’t drive or go out to meet people, nothing. Weekly trips to the floral shop were her only real social interaction. Cindy always chatted her up as she gathered her flowers.
As much as Lena hated social interaction ever since her accident, she didn’t seem to mind Cindy so much. Maybe because Cindy never once asked about the eye patch and scars or stared at her with pity or even curiosity.
Cindy was the only person in over a year and a half who didn’t do that. She treated her like everyone else . . . she treated her like she wasn’t hideous. For that alone, Cindy deserved more than a half-hearte