Love Always, Damian by D. Nichole King
(Love Always #2)
Published By: Limitless Publishing
Publication Date: May 26th 2015
Genres: Contemporary, New Adult, Romance
They say time heals all wounds.
What a load of bull. It’s been four years, and Kate’s voice still echoes in my mind.
Every. Damn. Day.
I numb her memory when it taunts me. In college, I drown her out with booze and easy lays. I can’t do what she asked.
I can’t let her go.
Not even when Lia shows up, freaking ripping what’s left of me to shreds. Caring about someone isn’t worth the deadness that follows after they’re gone. I didn’t ask for this. Didn’t ask for her.
And I sure as hell didn’t plan to miss her when she walked out of my front door.
Now, if I want to keep her, I have to straighten myself out and earn her. I can’t screw this up.
Because if I do, I’ll lose more than just Lia.
I’ll lose my life.
I received a complimentary copy in exchange for an honest review.
“You’d lay your very life down for that one thing, that one person who was worthy of your love and attention.”
I am going to attempt to make this review as spoiler free as I can. The reader should live this book. Not just read it. This is Damian’s story of redemption, hope, understanding, and learning to love again. Learning that his heart has so much room for love. That his heart is capable of loving and receiving love. If I could use one word to describe this book it would be breathtaking. And because this story MOVED me, I have more than one word to describe it...brilliant, beautiful, thought provoking.
“Letting someone go doesn’t mean you forget them. It means you love them from here and move on with your life like they would have wanted.”
Several years later, Damian is in college and is still left broken. Shattered. In pieces. He is not over death and how much it continues to plague his life. He continues his path on self destruction. Not caring about the consequences. He just wants to be numb. He wants his pain to go away. As usual, the numbness comes in the form of women and alcohol. Nothing brings solace. Nothing brings peace. Until her. She comes into his life with a force. When he least expects it.
“But I’m ready. I’m so ready to move on. Because after so much darkness, I finally see the light.”
After I finished reading Love Always, Damian I went back and read the synopsis. And I got CHILLS. It makes so much more sense now. But you will not understand the power in those words until you read Damian’s story. Lia is mentioned. Lia is a huge part of this book you never see coming. He is his light. She wakes up his dark heart. She gives him hope, a second chance. Lia becomes his reason. She becomes his life. But he could lose Lia. She’s not his to keep. And that is what scares him most of all.
“The spark had been lit, and even though it didn’t last, I was glad to see it could still burn. Her fire gave me hope that some day I’d be okay too.”
You feel the moment something shifts in Damian. You actually feel the guards around his heart coming down, slowly. In pieces. There is SO much more that happens in this story, but it’s not mine to tell. It’s Damian’s. His journey will make you feel things you never thought you could. It will change you, make you question life and love. Even death. This damaged soul has so much love to give. So much life to live. And when he loves? It’s forever. He loves with conviction. With truth. He loves fiercely.
“It’s because we understand each other. Because when we’re together, we’re whole.”
Damian, you are a beautiful and pure soul. The (literary) world is so fortunate to have someone with a heart like yours. A heart so full of love. More than any of us could even imagine. Despite the darkness, I see him. She sees him. And loves him through his darkness. Her heart knows his. And who is she? Well she belongs to Damian of course. She always has.
“I’m tired of breathing without him.”
If there is one thing I can say about this author is that she makes you FEEL. Throughout everything, you are immersed into the emotions of the characters. You are happy when they’re happy. You cry when they cry. And when they feel pain? You feel that too. The words in this story are full of purpose. They have such meaning. And if you’ve read the first book, your heart will consume Damian’s story. I never thought I could love Damian more than I did before, but I do. Thank you to the author for writing such a moving story.
And Damian? You are in my heart. Forever.
It takes me an hour to get to the cemetery. After Mom and Liam died, I never stepped foot here. Not until Kate convinced me to come. It had been one of her five wishes. One through three I’d done because she was with me. Because I loved her. I promised her number four, so I followed through. Number five, though?
Number five is impossible.
I come here often now—day, night, whenever I need to be close to her. Even in death, Kate draws me in. To this place where she’d only trodden once when she was alive.
I grab the three bouquets of flowers from the passenger seat and swing the door open. When Kate brought me here four years ago, I barely managed to get out of the car. Now it’s easy.
Too fucking easy.
I don’t even think about coming anymore. It’s automatic. Routine, like my nightly shots of whiskey.
It shouldn’t be like this. In three short years I lost the three people I loved most. Death sucks, and I’ve had my fill.
I slam the door closed and tread over the grass. The three identical stones jut up from the ground, and even when I’m here after dark, I don’t have a problem seeing them. They’re etched into my memory.
The idea to have Kate buried here beside my mother and brother was entirely mine and entirely selfish. The Browdys had asked me to help with her funeral arrangements, and other than the time of the graveside service, this had been my only request. This way she’d be close to me.
Shade from the elder tree casts a shadow over them. I stand inside its cover from the sun, facing the cold memorials. These pieces of granite have no real connection with the people they were.
Hell, they didn’t even pick them out. Didn’t see them, yet their names, dates of birth and death are etched into them as if they’d been owned by those they claim to represent.
Cemeteries—these stones—aren’t for the dead.
No, they’re for the living.
My gaze trails over the Celtic symbols engraved at the center of each one. Identical to the tattoos inked into my body. Faith. Brotherhood. Hope.
My eyes linger on Kate’s as they usually do, and the memory of when I’d given her the trinity heart necklace pours over me.
“It’s the Celtic symbol for hope. Now you’ll always know where to find it,” I’d told her.
Damn. I’d given it to her so she’d think of me whenever she needed me, but really, it was I who needed her.
I take a deep breath to hold myself together. I lost everything the day Kate died.
I rake a hand through my hair and shut my eyes. Out here, away from everyone, I don’t have to pretend that I have a fucking clue how to live without her.
Out here, it’s just me.
In front of Kate’s gravestone, I lower myself to the ground, dropping the flowers at my side. My chest is empty, yet somehow, it hurts. It’s the same damn thing year after year—aching to see her smile at me just one more time. One more and I’d be satisfied, I tell myself.
I know it’s a lie because one more smile from her would never be enough. I need to touch her, run my fingers over her warm skin and protect the hell out of her.
But I’m a failure. I had the power within me, in my blood, to save her, and I failed.
I can barely see the inches in front of me as I break down. Four years ago, my father sat here with me and told me the pain would never go away, but it would lessen over time.
What a load of bullshit; the pain has only grown.
“I miss you so damn much, Katie,” I say even though she can’t hear me. And that thought kicks me in the gut as much as anything. No matter what I say to her now, she’ll never know any of it.
I slide my fingertips over her name: Kathryn “Katie” Browdy. Seventeen short years on this earth and I only had her last months. They were the best months of my life.
I sit with her until the sun begins to send streaks of gold over the horizon. Even though Kate would be disappointed, I need to pick up more liquor before I head home. I have to have something to get me through this pain.
A gust of wind rustles the dead flowers I left on their graves last week. I scoop them up and replace them with the fresh ones I brought. Daisies for my mother, some generic flowers he wouldn’t give a shit about for Liam, and red roses for Kate.
Always red roses for my Katie.
“Love you, Mom,” I murmur, fanning out the daisies in the vase beside her headstone.
Then I move onto Liam’s. “Take care of my girl, man,” I tell him, then I remember how I’d taken care of his. “But if you touch her, I’ll fucking kill you.”
I squat down and lay Kate’s roses at the base of her stone. There’s nothing I could say to her that I haven’t already said a million times. So I settle for the words I couldn’t say until just before she died. “I love you, baby. I’ll always love you.”