Enchanted Nightfall: Falling for Destiny

"I love you, and I don't care who you love. I don't care if I'm not in your heart, but you can only be mine."

What's this about wanting the soul but not the body, or the body but not the soul? He wants both.

If he had to choose just one, there's no doubt, it would have to be the body.

With the body, having the person by your side, constant as the tides, time grinding away bit by bit, sooner or later, I'll make you mine.

Tyrone was unlike anyone else, unlike anyone Quintessa had ever met. She didn't know how to describe Tyrone.

Sometimes he was like a child, other times a troublemaker, and yet, he could also take on the world for her. She had hated him, used him, and now... she didn't know what she felt for him. Quintessa had always held her defenses tight, fully aware of her situation, knowing what she had to do, and understanding what would come after everything was done.

She knew she wasn't heading for a good end...

didn't believe she deserved to love

of emotions. If only she were just a regular office worker,

struggle in Quintessa's eyes, her

her. She almost wanted to say: forget it, if you don't know how

the stakes, thought about Alexander, Jonathan, and

fabric of her clothes, palms

clearly, but she couldn't. It felt like her heart

of Tyrone. Her eyes betrayed unspeakable

bid farewell to her childhood in that instant. Her world skipped over adolescence entirely, maturing in an instant amidst her

I don't want others to love me, and I don't need to love

insignificant, so

have