(Untitled)

[puremassacre]

Many times he had tried unsuccessfully to let go his hold on her. They had many fine times together, fine talks between the loves of the white nights, but always when he turned away from her into himself he left her holding Nothing in her hands and staring at it, calling it many names, but knowing it was only the hope that he would come back soon.

Comments

[angellair]

i love this. where is it from?

[puremassacre]

Tender is the Night.
F. Scott Fitzgerald.