The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
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Adeline’s secret.
Her stranger.
Every bit of unused space she fills with him, a face drawn so often that the gestures now feel effortless, the lines unfurling on their own. She can conjure him from memory, even though they have never met.
He is, after all, only a figment of her mind. A companion crafted first from boredom, and then from longing.
A dream, to keep her company.
After so many years, Addie thought she’d come to terms
with time.
She thought she’d made her peace with it—or that they’d
found a way to coexist—not friends by any means, but at
least no longer enemies.
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“What do you want?” asks the stranger, still studying the sky, and Henry cringes, on instinct, but there’s no anger in the man’s voice. If anything, it’s curious, questing. His head drifts back down, and he looks at Henry with the greenest eyes he’s ever seen. So bright they glitter in the dark.
“Right now, in this moment,” says the stranger. “What do you want?”
“To be happy,” answers Henry.
“Ah,” says the stranger, smoke sliding between his lips, “no one can give you that.”
I remember you.
Three hundred years.
Three hundred years, and no one has said those words, no one has ever, ever remembered. She wants to grab him by the sleeve, wants to pull him forward, wants to know why, how, what is so special about a boy in a bookstore.
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“Small places make for small lives. And some people are fine with that. They like knowing where to put their feet. But if you only walk in other people’s steps, you cannot make your own way. You cannot leave a mark.”
And then he pulls her to him. A lover's embrace. He is smoke and skin, air and bone, and when his mouth presses against hers, the first thing she tastes is the turning of the seasons, the moment when dusk gives way to night.
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