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400 pages, Kindle Edition
First published January 28, 2025
“Alex. My name is Alex.”
Alex. Something about him seems familiar.
...But I have this feeling about Ophelia. Like she’s all my future Christmases and everything in between.
“Then I’ll love you with the same intensity that you hate me. I’ll hold on to you just as hard as you push me away. I’ll fix you like you’re fixing me. I’ll always be here, Ophelia, I’ll sit at the bottom of valleys and stand on the top of mountains with you."
From: Alex Corbeau-Green
Subject: Punctuality (noun) the fact or quality
of being on time.
Date: Tuesday 1st October 20:04 BST
To: Ophelia Winters
I’m in the library. Look for the charming
gentleman in the black shirt.
-ACG
From: Ophelia Winters
Subject: Patience (noun) the ability to wait, or
to suffer without complaining or becoming annoyed.
Date: Tuesday 1st October 20:05 BST
To: Alex Corbeau-Green
I’m on my way down now. Are you sitting to the
left or the right of the charming gentleman?
Signing your emails with your initials is
obnoxious,
Ophelia
But then I remember my dad cried when I broke my ankle at seven. Cried when I felt lonely at school at ten.... That man would cry if he saw me now, and I know in my heart he’d tell me that no victory is worth it if you lose yourself on the way.
From: Alex Corbeau-Green
Subject: User Error (noun) technical problems caused by the human user
Date: Saturday 11th October 10:03 BST
To: Ophelia Winters
No problem.
It always helps to lift the lid and turn the laptop on.
—ACG
“Sugar. You want to be called sugar.”
“No, not sugar. Something else, like…” I scratch my head. I have no idea. He presses his lips together. “Sugar.”
I shove him out of the way, feeling my cheeks flame. “Not sugar. Honey? No. Not honey. Muffin? No.”
He looks exasperated with me. “Jesus Christ. What’s next? Eggs? Preheat oven to two fifty? Baking soda, I’m home!”
"Can you fix the fact that I don't like you?"
He doesn't call me out on my lie, instead tapping my phone screen beside us to see the time. 4:32 p.m. "Like me until five. Then we can go back to before."
"It's almost six o'clock now. Give me until midnight. For my own sanity, let yourself be loved until midnight."
There's only so much willpower a woman can have. I surrender myself to his stupid plan. "Midnight."
"Midnight, a hundred years from now."
I laugh and shove him off me. "That wasn't in the deal"
"You should always read the fine print, Ophelia."
“Let’s go home,” he whispers.
“Home?”
“Wherever you want, love. It’s home if we’re there.”
“Until midnight.”
“Until midnight, a hundreds years from now.”
“It’s you who’s the sun, Ophelia. I am the moon. You keep me in this tortuous cycle, lighting me up for the shortest time before you disappear again and make me invisible.
“You think I’m arrogant?”
I think he’s one of the most incredible people I’ve ever met. “Yeah.”
“My shrink says I have to do something for me. Something completely selfish. Something that revolves around what I want. You’re what I want, my ultimate selfish act, my darkest desire. So let me work for you. It’s therapeutic for me.”
“Stop looking at me like that, Alex.”
“Like what?”
“Like I’m the only woman on the planet.”
His eyebrows shoot up in very convincing surprise. “There are other women on this planet?”
“One down. Seven letters. First letter O. I’ve had a long day, and I want her for dinner.”
“You like my thighs?”
“Nope. You misheard me.”
“I’d pay good money to watch you grind on one of them.”
✧ "You're too good of a woman for a man like him"
"And you'd be better?"
"Ophelia, love, I'd be significantly worse"
✧ "Anything in excess is a poison - Theodore Levitt"
✧ "You’re like the sun. I turn away, I look down, but I can still see you reflected in everything at my feet. If I draw the curtains, you slip through the cracks."
⊹ ࣪ ˖ “I'd rather shit in my hands and clap than set foot inside your bedroom.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ “I can’t stay away from you, Ophelia. I’ve never pretended I can.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ “I’ve built my walls too high.”
“They’re worth the climb.”
⊹ ࣪ ˖ “I’m obsessed with her. Desperate for her. But I could never be good for her, and for reasons she doesn’t make clear, she doesn’t want me to love her.”
it's you who's the sun, ophelia. i am the moon. you keep me in this tortuous cycle, lighting me up for the shortest time before you disappear again and make me invisible.
can't catch me now - olivia rodrigo
father figure- taylor swift