love heals, it gives. love, in its most profound form beathes forth life. love gives forth light.

There is, more to all Aine O' connell ever knew, was ever sure of, especially with a past full of ghosts. The handsome Bryan Maher soon teaches her that. And perhaps, maybe, just maybe God has other plans for Bryan as well?

for there is more to the pain than torment.
there is more to the heartbreak than destruction,
And there is more to the sorrow than weeping.

shalom.

Meet me halfway

She wound her way back to the house and was greeted by the scent of eggs and bacon and burn. 


She walked to him first and wrapped him in a hug. It was nice, having him there. Real and solid and all hers for the keeping. It was nice and it gave her so much joy. 


Kenell strode past them and unto a bunch of pillows in the living room that he knew to be his. 


“ aside from my pride? The bacon.” she laughed and let him go, 


“ the weird part is that it still all smells good. If you ignore the burn, that is.” 


He made a face and went to get plates, 


“ are you going to eat or are you going to stand there judging my cooking skills?” 


“Actually–“ she walked toward him, stood on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, 


Chapter Twenty-Two