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202 pages, ebook
First published July 14, 2020
“This burden of yours—this sadness—I want you to leave it with me for a day or two.”
“It gives you pleasure doesn't it? The hours you spend in creating it? That alone makes it a thing of value.”
“I love you, Beryl.”
It was so much an understatement it felt like a lie. Love was too simple a word for what he felt for her. He could never fully express it, this emotion so powerful and precious. It was as elemental as fire. As enduring as the stones that formed the bed of the Worthy.
“I love you for everything that you are. The dark and the light.”
“This burden of yours – this sadness – I want you to leave it with me for a day or two.”Le sigh. Mark is so lovely and wonderful, and he’s deeply, irrevocably in love with Beryl. He tries valiantly to repress his love because he knows it’s wrong… but he can’t. Instead, he’s a stalwart friend who looks for ways to support and help her, and tries to provide the light Beryl needs to see her through her darkest moments. Reader, I want to marry Mark. Unfortunately for me, he finds his perfect match in Beryl. Beautiful, generous and good, Beryl hides her sadness behind a happy facade. With Mark’s support, she begins to believe her sadness doesn’t define her, and that it isn’t something that needs to be cured, or fixed. He encourages her to seek out things that lift her spirits, and to ignore outdated advice that suggests she’s selfish or damaged. With his encouragement, she embraces the people and things that make her happy, and stops pretending her sadness isn’t sometimes overwhelming. Friends, Mark makes her happy. His affection and tender regard remind Beryl why she loves Mark, but as they grow closer over the course of this novel, Beryl slowly realizes she’s fallen in love with him, too.
Her chest constricted. She was grateful for his kindness. It was well meant, however wrong-headed. “It’s not something I can hand off at will. And even if I could…” Her eyes met his. “You can’t fix this, Mark. You can’t fix me.”
He gave her a brief, lopsided smile. “Of course not,” he said. “You’re not broken.”