Jessa Hastings

How many loves do you get in a lifetime? And are Magnolia and BJ each other's one and only?
It's been nearly a year since everything happened between Magnolia Parks and BJ Ballentine on the steps of the Mandarin Oriental, and since then it seems like everything has changed.

Magnolia has a life in New York now and BJ appears to have finally let go and moved on.

But when they both wind up back in London and are thrust together once again, they find themselves asking their age-old question: How many loves do you actually get in a lifetime, and, most important--are they each other's?

Magnolia Parks: The Long Way Home

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“It’s just me and her alone in the universe, how it used to be, how its supposed to be in all the lifetimes. maybe even this one.” 

“I hate being without her….Rummage through the drawer in my mind as fast as i can to find the words to tell her that i’m coming for her, i’m on my way back, that this is just the long way home.”

Olivia 

“She’s crying for me in a way I’ve never done for myself and I love her for it.” 

“BJ, you can love someone and not have it rule you, not have it dictate your every waking thought and decision. You can love someone and still retain your power and autonomy. You can love someone and have it just be there, a part of you, and still have a completely functional life- even if it’s a life without them.” 

“Doesn’t sound much like any life I’m interested in, actually.”

Sophia

It was definitely Gucci — I shouldn’t know that but I do. Plus, felt like it might have been for me. Not for me, at me, maybe? A solid ‘fuck you’, red carpet edition. I miss all her chatter about clothes. How much she loves them made me love them. She looks good, she always does though. Sometimes her photos just pop up. Algorithms and shit, you know? Also, I love her, so sometimes I peek. Bit weird, probably shouldn’t, but her face is her face and it begs to be looked at.

good😌 he better stays loyal to Parks in a sense🤧

And the look Henry gives her… If I was a better boyfriend, I’d call him out on it. I mean, fuck, if someone ever looked at Parks like that I’d hit them. But Jordan’s not Parks, so I just give my brother a look.

She doesn’t know. Doesn’t get it. Doesn’t know about the eyes and the photos. Doesn’t know what we’re like if we’re in the same room. How we’re magnets, how we look at each other, how we find each other. She doesn’t know that I’m a wolf and Parks is the moon whose name I’ve howled since I was fifteen. Jordan doesn’t know how me and Parks are.

That pull we have, the undertow of the universe always dragging us back towards each other, it has to mean something, don’t you think? That great magnetic force I’ve spent the better (or worst) part of a year fighting and defying and I feel it still, my legs trying to walk me back into his orbit — I think it means something.

“How’s the weather, Parks?” he asks and I don’t turn to face him.

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