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...

she deserved to love or be

she were just a regular office worker, just an

in Quintessa's eyes,

himself, not interrupting her. She almost wanted to say: forget it, if you don't know how to answer, then

then he thought about the stakes, thought about Alexander, Jonathan, and Snow. Damn

of her clothes, palms sweaty, her throat

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

front of Tyrone. Her eyes betrayed unspeakable fear, her lips quivering, "I... I don't know. It's like... I... might not know

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

don't need to love others. I must become. strong,

insignificant, so small, easily crushed

to get attached, dared not to have friends, fearing a slight mistake