someangelsaredestinedtofall
“"What?” he asked, sounding nervous.
“Nothing.”
“Luce.”
“I can’t get it out of my head,” she said, rolling over on her side to face him. She
didn’t feel steady enough to sit up yet. “This feeling that I know you. That I’ve
known you for a while.”
The water lapped against the rock, splashing on Luce’s toes where they dangled
over the edge. It was cold and spread goose bumps up her calves, Finally, Daniel spoke.
‘Haven’t we been through this already?“ His tone had changed, like he was trying
to laugh her off. He sounded like a Dover guy: self-satisfied, eternally bored,
smug.