Once Upon a Broken Heart

Don’t—Jacks’s voice turned worried. I’ll come to you.

Evangeline found herself smiling just a little. She liked that he sounded concerned.

“Evangeline—stop looking at me like that. You’re making this much more difficult.”

“I don’t. But you still owe me one more kiss, and until I collect it, you’re mine, and I do not like to share.”

“If I didn’t know you better, I’d say you sounded jealous.”

She knew some people would think this made her foolish, but it was tremendously hard to fully fall out of love with someone when you had no one else to love instead.

t it was never what she really wanted. It was never warmth on her skin, tingling in her toes, or the touch of another person letting her know that she was not completely alone in the world. It was usually just an arrow of heartbreak, or a pinch of regret.
Regret was the worst.

“I believe there are far more possibilities than happily ever after or tragedy. Every story has the potential for infinite endings.”

“You’re so lucky I’m here,” she grunted.
“Luck had nothing to do with it,” Jacks mumbled. “I wanted you here, Little Fox. Who do you think asked Poison to save you and suggest to his empress that she send you to Nocte Neverending?”

You’re the Prince of Hearts.”

And you’re praying to an immortal who kills every girl he kisses. You really think he deserves any reverence?”

Now, that was a pathetic speech