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386 pages, Kindle Edition
First published November 12, 2012
He could sense the feebleness of my will. His lovely eyes were unclouded, free of all doubt, confident and reassuring. And when he leaned forward pressing his lips lightly against mine, it was a peaceful moment at the heart of a whirling pool of emotions. It was an electric moment, the eye of the storm.
I tried to understand the feelings that filled me, making me lighter than air. I felt beautiful for the first time in my life, safe and secure.
Loved.
Cherished.
"My gallant knight."
"Your anything," he said seriously. "But I want to be your everything."
He jumped and turned around with a scowl on his face which broke into a huge, sexy smile when he saw me.
"I've got to go now," he breathed into the phone, "a beautiful woman is feeling me up."
"Is that right?"
Hidden by the crowd I ran my hand up the front of his jeans.
"Yeah," he said into his cellphone, "I don't know what she wants."
(…)Everything had a price. Every glance, every kiss, every stolen touch. It seemed desperately unfair. I didn't want to live without love. Why should I?
"Caro, don't you understand how I feel about you? I love you. You're all I want. I want a future with you--I want our lives to be together. I'm not a kid. I've had to grow up fast. I've been taking care of myself for a long time now. And I want to take care of you."
"I'm just saying that I'll understand when that changes."
"(…) Why are you so scared? I mean, forget all that legal bullshit…why do you keep trying to…I don't know, make me change my mind? What do you think I've got here that I wouldn't give up in a heartbeat to be with you? There's nothing to keep me here. I'll go anywhere, do anything to be with you."
"In just over three months, I'll be 18. I could enlist and a few months later I could be sent to the Middle East. I'll be old enough to fight, to die for my country, but you don't think I'll be old enough to
"You want honesty? Well, answer this: if I was 25 and you were 38, would we still be having this conversation?"
Despite what happened that day, despite what happened later, I can't bring myself to regret the events of that summer, because Sebastian taught me how to love.
"There is nothing to forgive," he said, his voice forceful. "We fell in love. It's not a crime."
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Sebastian and Caro.
“Anywhere. Nowhere. Somewhere. I don’t care – just as long as it’s with you.”
"When I hear her voice, the world disappears
When I hear her voice, I have no more fears.
She takes away the sadness, she takes away the pain
She takes away the darkness, she takes away the rain.
When I’m traveling from so far away
She’s my path, she’s my sun, she lights my way."
“I waited and waited and waited,” he stammered. “You never said it… you never told me… and now you have. I love you I love you I love you. Oh, Caro, so much.”
“I’m not a child!” yelled Sebastian. “I’ve been looking after myself since I was eight years old because you were too drunk to look after your own kid.
How many times did I have to help you up the stairs because you were too shit-faced to walk, mommy? How many times did strangers drop you at
the door because you couldn’t even manage to call a cab? And as for my father, you’re just a fucking joke. Everyone here knows that you’re just a pathetic hole-chaser with an alcoholic slut for a wife. Caro is the best thing that ever happened to me. We’re going away together and you’ll never see us again.”
“I have to go now, tesoro,” I said softly, stroking his neck.
His grip tightened around me. “No!” he gasped as if he was in great pain.
“Yes. Sebastian, listen to me. I want you to have a good life, tesoro, a big life. I want you to be happy, to fall in love…”
“No, God, no, Caro! Don’t say that!”
“Yes! Do it for me.”
“I’ll always love you, Caro. Don’t give up on us. Please don’t give up. I’ll wait for you. It’s only three years. I love you!”
But it wasn’t just three years, was it? I knew that now.
“I love you, too,” I whispered so softly I didn’t know if he’d heard me. “Ti amo tanto, Sebastian, sempre e per sempre.”
I tried to peel his hands away from my body but he wouldn’t let go.
“No!” he cried over and over again. “No!”
Rules are for the obedience of fools and the guidance of wise men.
"It's always been you, Caro. The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl that I'd ever seen. I thought you must be a princess like Cinderella. It's only ever been you."
"What do you think I've got here that I wouldn't give up in a heartbeat to be with you? There's nothing to keep me here: I'll go anywhere, do anything to be with you."
I chose love over law. And I didn't care.
Contemplating leaving everything I had ever known of one ill-advised hour of passionate lunacy.
"The matter, Sebastian, is that you're a minor. What we've just done... what I've just done... it's against the law. It's a felony, for God's sake!"
"Sebastian, women like sex just as much as men... if it's good."
He tried to smile but still looked uncertain, his forehead creasing with worry.
"Am I...?"
He bit his lip.
I knew what he was trying to ask me.
"Yes, you're good. In fact I'd say you're amazing: in so many ways."
“You’ve brought me to life – and you’ll never know how much I owe you because of that.”
“It’s always been you, Caro. The first time I saw you, I thought you were the most beautiful girl that I’d ever seen."
“I love you, Sebastian. So much, tesoro.” And then I walked away, leaving behind all the goodness and beauty that I’d ever known in my life.”
He lifted my chin with his fingers to make me look into his eyes.
“There’s nothing to forgive,” he said, his voice forceful. “We fell in love: it’s not a crime.”
“I have to go now, tesoro,” I said softly, stroking his neck.
His grip tightened around me. “No!” he gasped as if he was in great pain.
“Yes. Sebastian, listen to me. I want you to have a good life, tesoro, a big life. I want you to be happy, to fall in love…”
“No, God, no, Caro! Don’t say that!”
“Yes! Do it for me.”
“I’ll always love you, Caro. Don’t give up on us. Please don’t give up. I’ll wait for you. It’s only three years. I love you!”
But it wasn’t just three years, was it? I knew that now.
“I love you, too,” I whispered so softly I didn’t know if he’d heard me. “Ti amo tanto, Sebastian, sempre e per sempre.”
Sebastian leaned back in his chair and I took a deep breath.
“Is it always like this?” he said, suddenly looking lost and vulnerable.
I knew what he was asking me and I didn’t have an answer. I shook my head. “Not for me… not until now, until you.”
What did I know of the kind of love that made it hard to breathe, where your body ached day and night for that connection with another, physically, mentally, spiritually? It was utterly new and terrifying and exhausting and
wonderful. I was dazzled by the light that spilled from him into the shadow of my previous existence. He eclipsed everything, erased everything that had gone before. I was reborn – not just to him, but to myself. And I was ready for the adventure.
He looked up.
“You want honesty? Well, I don’t know what will happen… but neither do you. Maybe we’ll make it… maybe we won’t. But you’re giving up before we’ve even tried. I don’t understand. Why won’t you take a chance?”
The most incredible feeling of love welled up inside me. I was so lucky. He was kind and thoughtful and caring. He was fun to be with; beautiful inside and out. I didn’t know a lover could be a friend, too. And he loved me.
Me.
But was I really strong enough to follow my heart and to hell with the consequences? Could I expect a 17 year old boy… man… to be strong enough for this? No, that wasn’t right. I was the one who had to be strong: for both of us.
Sebastian was singing to himself. I strained to hear the words. When I did, my heart broke open, filling with the love that poured from those faint, heartfelt words. Peace and joy and a sense of wholeness that I’d never known utterly overwhelmed me and I began to cry softly.
When I hear her voice, the world disappears
When I hear her voice, I have no more fears.
I had never believed it was possible to cry from happiness.
She takes away the sadness, she takes away the pain
She takes away the darkness, she takes away the rain.
He stretched up to pull down two white towels, placing them carefully at the side of the bath.
When I’m traveling from so far away
She’s my path, she’s my sun, she lights my way.
Then he turned and saw me standing in the shadows.
“Caro! Why are you crying?”
“Because I love you.”
I knew why he thought that, why he would say that, but I couldn’t let him blame himself.
“It’s not your fault, Sebastian,” I said gently, stroking his arm. “You’re the one good thing I’ve got in my life. I wouldn’t change that for anything. Not for anything. I finally feel… alive.”
I heard him gasp and he pulled me closer.
“I feel the same, Caro. You’ve taught me everything I know.”
I blinked in surprise.
“You have. You’ve taught me who I can be, you’ve made me stronger. You make me want to see the magic in the world. I didn’t know falling in love could be… like this.”
Was that really how he felt? Is that how he saw me: someone who could make him stronger? How did that happen? I was so weak and cowardly. But, and I felt a small flowering of hope inside me, I had changed, hadn’t I. I was getting stronger: not yet strong, but getting there.
It felt as if he’d been the one to teach me. Perhaps we had learned together.
Then my eyes rested on the man I loved; the man I vowed I would never see again because he’d been hurt enough – by me.
“Caro, no!” he cried again, tears falling down his face, mingling with the blood.
“I love you, Sebastian. So much, tesoro.”
And then I walked away, leaving behind all the goodness and beauty that I’d ever known in my life.