Celly

“I licked my dry lips, glancing around at everyone staring at us. Finally I looked up into Cole’s handsome face. “I’m here because I love you, and I need to ask you something.” I took a deep breath. It was time to go big.

I lowered myself to one knee.

Cole’s eyes grew round and I heard a few female gasps behind him. “Shannon, what—”

“Cole Walker, I once told you in fear that you were nothing, but there has never been a day of your life that that was true and there has never been a day I’ve ever really thought that. You’ve been extraordinary to me since we were fifteen.” I smiled shakily, feeling vulnerable and frightened but hopeful too as he stared down at me with growing tenderness in his expression. “Apart from Logan I’ve never had a real family. The kind you can count on through everything. The kind that gives you second, third, fourth chances because the other option is no option at all. Because they love you and they’re there for you. Unconditionally. Logan was the only one who ever gave me that. Until you. You’re my family, Cole. I want you to be my family forever.” I laughed hoarsely. “I don’t have a ring or anything. I just have me. And I know I’m not perfect and I know you deserve perfect . . . but I love you more than anyone else in this world and I promise you I’ll never let you forget that again.” My heart slowed its rapid beating as a sense of calm came over me. A sense of rightness. It was as if I’d found the balance I’d been missing ever since I got in that car and left Cole behind on that stoop on Scotland Street all those years ago. “It’s always been you, and I always want it to be . . . Marry me, Cole.”
― Samantha Young, Echoes of Scotland Street

“I don’t care if you’ve changed. I don’t care who you are now. I don’t need or want your explanations because what you did, you didn’t do it to me, you did it to that girl you left behind. And I’m not her anymore. You made certain of that. She might have needed answers and an apology, but me…I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
― Samantha Young, Fall from India Place

“„Weißt du, warum ich begonnen hatte, an diesen Dämon zu glauben?“, fragte er leise.
Ich schüttelte den Kopf.
„Weil mein Wunsch in Erfüllung gegangen ist, in genau dem Moment, in dem ich dich kennen gelernt habe.“
„Du hattest dir gewünscht, jemanden kennenzulernen, der einen stinkigen Käse in seinem Koffer hat?“
Er lachte nicht über meinen zugegeben ein bisschen mageren Witz, sondern fuhr mit einem Finger die Konturen meiner Lippen nach. „Du bist wie ich“, sagte er ernst. „Du liebst Rätsel. Du spielst gern. Du gehst mit Vorliebe Risiken ein. Wenn es droht, gefährlich zu werden, wird es für dich erst richtig spannend.“ Er beugte sich noch ein bisschen näher, und ich konnte seinen warmen Atem spüren. „Das habe ich mir gewünscht. Dass ich jemanden treffe, in den ich mich verlieben kann. Du bist mein Herzenswunsch, Liv Silber.”
― Kerstin Gier, Das erste Buch der Träume

“I’m scared of you, Cole Walker. I’m scared you’ll hurt me or I’ll hurt you…yet I have no intention of turning back. I’m throwing myself off this cliff, consequences be damned.”
― Samantha Young, Echoes of Scotland Street