When it came to Julian Donovan, she had vacillated between love and hate millions of times, leaving her covered in scars.
She had to accept her fate. He was the calamity of her life.
He had left when she needed him most. Then, just when she'd finally had a moment to breathe, he would reappear with gentle words. A casually spoken "I love you" was all it took to revive her dead heart, making her want to do nothing more than run straight to him.
But it turned out to all be a conspiracy.
Was there anyone in this world whose path to love was more fraught with hardship than hers?
For the rest of this life, she would pray devoutly before the Buddha, praying that she would never be reborn as a human. She would rather be a fish—a fish with only a seven-second memory—so that all the love, the hate, and the pain would be forgotten in an instant.
But Naomi, if love isn't irrigated by suffering, how can it ever blossom into something so dazzling?
