"He sank into that kiss, and fed from me like a starving man holding off famine. I drank from his soul in preparation for the drought to come. And when he finally pulled away, my throat was thick with unspoken words, my heart heavy with every apology I'd ever denied him. But it was too late for promises. The time had come for goodbye."

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Source: Rachel Vincent (2010). “Pride”, p.424, MIRA

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Rachel Vincent is a contemporary author known for her engaging young adult novels, particularly the 'Soul Screamers' series, which explores themes of love and identity.

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