 the notes of my blood, the eloquence in my hands. It could soothe me, shelter me, for a few moments, from the hurt and the darkness and horrors of being alive and so, so alone.”

The story is written in alternating POVs and for the first time, we get to really know Eden. And I have to say I connected more with Eden than I did with Ever. In Forever & Always, we saw Eden through Ever’s eyes, through her experiences. We knew she struggled with a thin self confidence, fighting her weight issues. We also learn, however, that she wars with feelings of not being good enough, not being worth enough to be loved and respected. She’s been used and dumped by men and perhaps in some way she’s enabled that, falling into the same trap again and again. She desperately longs for more… to find someone who will love and accept her for who she is on the inside and not the curves she boasts physically. Without Ever, however, her battles persist silently and without release. She finds herself needing Cade, his companionship a result of a tragedy she never could have anticipated. When days turn into weeks and then months, they become closer over time, relying on each other to dull the throbbing pain of their shattered hearts. Lines once clearly drawn begin to blur.

“I put my hand on her back, in the center, right over her spine, and held her as she cried. I closed my eyes and stared up at the ceiling, but I saw anyway the curvature of her spine as she bent into my awkward, one-armed hug. The intimacy was disconcerting, right and wrong at the same time, comforting, terrifying, exhilarating and guild-inducing.”

I was so angry at first. I didn’t want any connection to build between Eden and Caden, whether it was simply companionship, physical and certainly anything more. But the more I read, the more palpable their pain became, the more I understood the need to have someone. The words that flowed across the page bled with agony and I found myself wanting them to hold on to each other to get through it. I wasn’t sure how to process the feelings they felt… how to encapsulate it or define it. Was it an illicit love coruscating in the darkness of grief? Was it simply a impassioned release for pent-up desire? Was it something in between? Carnal
the notes of my blood, the eloquence in my hands. It could soothe me, shelter me, for a few here and now, from the suffering and the darkness and horrors of being alive and then, so alone. ” 

 The report is write in alternating POVs and for the first time, we get to very know Eden. And I have to pronounce I connect more with Eden than I did with Ever. In Forever & Always, we saw Eden through Ever ’s eyes, through her experience. We knew she struggled with a thin self assurance, fighting her weight offspring. We besides learn, however, that she wars with feelings of not being good enough, not being worth enough to be loved and respect. She ’s been used and dumped by men and perhaps in some way she ’s enabled that, falling into the same trap again and again. She desperately longs for more … to find someone who will love and accept her for who she is on the inside and not the curves she boasts physically. Without Ever, however, her battle persist silently and without dismissal. She discover herself needing Cade, his companionship a resultant role of a tragedy she never could have anticipated. When days turn into week and then months, they become closer over time, relying on each other to dull the throb pain of their shattered hearts. Lines once clearly drawn begin to film over. 

 “ I put my hand on her back, in the center, right over her spinal column, and held her as she cried. I closed my eye and stared up at the ceiling, but I saw anyway the curvature of her spine as she bent into my awkward, one - arm hug. The intimacy was upset, right and wrong at the same clock time, comforting, terrifying, exhilarating and club - inducing. ” 

 I was so angry at first. I did n’t want any joining to build between Eden and Caden, whether it was simply companionship, physical and certainly anything more. But the more I take, the more palpable their pain become, the more I understood the need to have someone. The words that flowed across the page bled with agony and I recover myself wanting them to hold on to each early to get through it. I was n’t sure how to process the feelings they felt … how to encapsulate it or define it. Was it an illicit sexual love coruscating in the darkness of grief? Was it simply a impassioned release for pent - up desire? Was it something in between? animal
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the notes of my blood, the eloquence hands. could soothe shelter me, for hurt the darkness and of being alive so, so alone.” The story is in alternating POVs and for the first time, we get to really know And I have to say I connected more with Eden than I did Ever. Forever Always, saw Eden through Ever’s eyes, through her experiences. We knew she struggled with a thin self fighting her weight issues. We also learn, however, she wars with feelings not being good enough, not worth to be and She’s used and dumped men and perhaps in some way she’s enabled that, falling into the same trap again and again. desperately longs to find who love accept her for is on the inside and not boasts physically. Without Ever, however, her battles persist and without She finds herself needing Cade, his a result of a tragedy she never could anticipated. When days turn into weeks and then months, they become closer over time, relying other to dull the pain of their hearts. once drawn to blur. put my hand on her back, in the center, right over spine, and held her as she cried. I closed my stared at the ceiling, I saw anyway the of spine as she bent awkward, hug. disconcerting, and at the same time, terrifying, exhilarating and guild-inducing.” I so angry at first. to build between Eden and Caden, whether it simply companionship, physical and certainly anything more. the more I read, the more palpable their pain became, the more understood the have someone. The words that flowed across the bled with agony and found myself wanting them to hold on to each to through it. wasn’t sure how process the feelings felt… how to or define Was an in the darkness of grief? Was simply impassioned release for pent-up desire? it between? Carnal
 the notes of my blood, the eloquEnce in my haNds. It CouLd sOoThe mE, sheLter me, for a few mOMentS, from the hurt and the darkNess aNd HOrroRS oF beinG alive aND sO, SO alOnE.”

THe sToRY iS writTen In alterNating POVs And FoR the first timE, We Get to reallY knOw Eden. And I haVe tO say I cOnNecTEd morE wiTh EdeN than I DId with ever. In ForEvER & AlwayS, We saw EdEN ThRougH Ever’s eyes, through HEr EXperiences. We knEw she sTrUGgLED wiTh a Thin self coNfIdencE, FightinG HeR WEIghT Issues. We also lEarn, however, THat She warS wIth FEelingS of noT bEIng Good enough, nOt beIng worth eNough tO Be loved ANd respeCted. ShE’s bEen Used ANd DuMpeD bY Men ANd PerHAps In some waY sHe’S enabLed tHAT, FAlliNg iNto tHe samE trap again and AgaIn. ShE DesPeratEly loNgs fOr More… tO find sOmeonE wHo will love and acCept Her for who She Is On tHe InsidE And not The CurVes she bOasts phYSicAlLY. wItHout Ever, however, her BaTTLeS persist SilentLY aNd WIthout reLeAse. she fINDs herSelf NEeDing Cade, His comPAnIoNship a rEsUlt of a TrAgeDy sHe nevER couLd have AnticipaTed. WhEN days turn into wEEks and then monTHs, THEy BEcomE clOser over timE, relYIng oN eacH OtHer TO dull The thRoBBiNG pain of their shatterEd Hearts. lines Once clearly drAwn begin to BLUR.

“I put my hAnd oN HeR Back, in the centeR, righT over her spINe, and helD her aS she crieD. I closed mY EYes and stAreD up At tHe cEILiNg, but I saw anywAY The cUrVature oF heR spine aS shE beNt iNto My Awkward, onE-armed huG. THe InTiMacY was dISconcertInG, riGhT anD wronG At the sAme tiMe, coMfOrTIng, TerrifyINg, EXHilaRaTiNg anD guIlD-induCing.”

i Was So angry At first. I dIdn’T Want AnY cOnnectiOn to build betwEeN Eden and CaDeN, whEther iT WAs simply Companionship, physical anD CertainLy aNythiNg moRe. But the mOre i read, tHe mORe palpAble thEir paIn BecAME, the mORE I UndErStood the neED To hAve soMeOne. THe words That flowed across thE PagE bled with agonY anD I foUND mYseLF wANtiNg THem TO Hold on to each othEr to get thrOuGH iT. I wasn’t surE How To Process The feelIngs tHEy felt… hOw to encapSulate it oR dEfinE IT. WaS it an illicIt love coRuscating IN the dARkNess oF grIef? Was It SimPly a iMpassiONed ReleaSe for pEnT-up desIre? WaS iT somethiNg in between? Carnal
 the notes of my blood, th e eloquenc e inmyhan ds . It  cou ld soothe me,s helt er me, for a few momen ts, f ro m  the hu rt an d the d a rk n e ssan dhor ro r sof be ing  aliveand so, so  al on e.”

The sto r yis written  in  alternating  PO Vs and  f ort he fi rst  time , we g e t to r eally kno wE den. A n d I hav e to  say  I connected more wi t h Eden than Idid wi th Ev e r . I n F orever & A lw ays,w e saw E d en t h rou g h Ever’s eyes , through h e r e xperie nc es. We kne w she  s t rug gled with a  thi n self co nfiden c e, figh t ing her  weigh t i ssu es.W eal sole a rn, ho wev e r,that she  w ar s wit h fe e l i n gs o f n ot b einggood enough,not  bei n g w orthenoug h to  b e lov ed and  resp ec ted. She’s been  use d and dum ped  b y m en  andp erhaps  in  so me wayshe’s e n abl ed t h at , falling into the  s a m etrap aga in and ag ai n . She de sp era tely l ongsform or e… to fi nd som e on ewho wil llove a nd  ac cep t her forwho sh e is onthe i n side and not t h e curves sheb oa s t sp hysi cal ly. Without  Eve r , ho weve r ,her battl es pe rs i st silently and withou treleas e. Sh e finds herse lf needing C a de, hiscomp a ni o nship a result  of a  tragedy s h e nevercould  have an ticipated . When day s t urn  in tow e ek s and then mo n t hs,th ey beco mecloserove r t ime , r el ying on e ach othe rto  d ul l t he th r obbing p ai n o fthe ir sh a ttered  hear ts.Li ne s  on ce clea r ly d rawn  b eg in t o b lu r.

“ I pu t  my  hand o n her bac k,i n th ece nter, r ight over her  s pine, andhe ldher as s he cried . I closed my eyes ands tared u p a t the  cei ling, but  Isaw an ywa y  the c urvatu re of  h ers p ine a s sh e b en t into mya w kwa rd, o ne -arm ed hug.  The intimacy wasd isc oncerting, ri ght  and w ro nga tt hesa m e t i m e, comforting,terrifying ,e xh ilaratinga ndgu ild-ind ucing.” 

I w a s so an gry at fi rst. I di dn ’t w a n t a ny connect ion to b uild betw e en Ed e nand C ade n, whe th erit wa s simp l y c ompan ionshi p,  physi cal a nd  certain ly anything more. But t he mor e I r ead , the mor e p a lpa ble their  pai n became,the  mo re Iund e rstoo d th e  n eed to ha ve s o meone. Th e  w ord s th at flowed a c r o ssthe p age bled w ithagony and I found myself wanting  the m tohol d  onto  each other to  ge tt h rough it .I wasn’t su re how t op roces s thefeelin gs they f el t … howto e nca psulate i t o rd efine i t.  W a s it a n il li cit lo ve cor u scat i n g in the darknes s ofg r ief?W asit si mp ly a im p assi oned relea se for pent -up de sire ? Was  it som et hing i n b et ween? Carn a l
 the_notes of_my blood, the eloquence_in my_hands._It could_soothe_me, shelter me,_for a few_moments, from the hurt_and the darkness_and_horrors of being alive and so, so alone.”

The story is written in alternating POVs_and_for the_first_time,_we get to really know_Eden. And I have to_say I_connected more with Eden than I did with_Ever._In Forever &_Always, we saw Eden through Ever’s eyes, through her_experiences. We knew she struggled with_a thin self_confidence,_fighting_her weight issues. We_also learn, however, that she wars_with feelings of not being good_enough, not being worth enough to be_loved and respected. She’s been used_and dumped by men and_perhaps in_some way she’s enabled that,_falling into the_same trap_again and again._She desperately longs for more… to_find someone who_will love and accept her for_who_she is on_the_inside_and not_the curves she_boasts_physically. Without_Ever,_however, her battles persist silently and_without_release. She finds herself needing Cade, his_companionship a result of_a_tragedy she never could_have anticipated. When days turn_into weeks and then months, they_become closer_over time,_relying on each other to dull the throbbing pain of their_shattered hearts. Lines once clearly drawn_begin to blur.

“I put_my hand_on_her back, in_the_center, right_over her spine, and held her as_she cried._I closed my eyes and stared_up at the ceiling,_but_I saw anyway the curvature of_her spine as she bent into_my awkward, one-armed hug. The_intimacy_was_disconcerting, right and wrong at_the same time, comforting, terrifying, exhilarating_and guild-inducing.”

I was_so angry at first. I didn’t want_any_connection to build between Eden and_Caden,_whether it was simply companionship, physical_and_certainly_anything more. But the more_I read, the more palpable their_pain became, the more I understood the need to_have someone. The_words that flowed across the_page_bled_with agony and I found myself wanting them to hold_on to_each other to_get through it. I wasn’t sure how to process the_feelings they felt… how to encapsulate it_or define it. Was it an illicit love coruscating in the_darkness of grief? Was it simply a impassioned_release for pent-up desire? Was it something_in between? Carnal