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After We Collided (After, #2) by Anna Todd Read Online (FREE)

“There are few people whom I really love, and still fewer of whom I think well. The more I see of the world, the more am I dissatisfied with it; and every day confirms my belief of the inconsistency of all human characters, and of the little dependence that can be placed on the appearance of merit or sense.”

This one is certainly from our earlier days. I can picture her now, annoyed and flustered, sitting on her tiny bed in that dorm with a highlighter and novel in hand.

I glance over at her and chuckle lightly at her expense. Flipping through the pages, I see a pattern here; she despised me. I knew that then, but being reminded of it is pretty damn strange:

“An unhappy alternative is before you, Elizabeth. From this day you must be a stranger to one of your parents. Your mother will never see you again if you do not marry Mr. Collins, and I will never see you again if you do.”

Her mother and Noah.

“Angry people are not always wise.”

Isn’t that the truth . . .

“I have not the pleasure of understanding you.”

I didn’t understand my own damn self and still don’t, really.

“I could easily forgive his pride, if he had not mortified mine.”

She did this the day I told her I loved her and took it back. I know she did.

“I must learn to be content with being happier than I deserve.”

Easier said than done, Tess.

“To be fond of dancing was a certain step toward falling in love.”

The wedding. I know it. I remember the way she beamed up at me and pretended not to be in pain as I stepped all over her shoes.

“We all know him to be a proud, unpleasant sort of man; but this would be nothing if you really liked him.”

This still applies. Landon would say some shit like this to Tessa, he probably has before.

“Till this moment I never knew myself.”

I’m not sure which of us this applies to more.

“ ‘There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome.’

“ ‘And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody.’

“ ‘And yours,’ he replied with a smile, ‘is willfully to misunderstand them.’ ”

Each part holds more truth than the last as I skip back to the front section of the familiar novel.

“She is tolerable, but not handsome enough to tempt me, and I am in no humor at present to give consequence to young ladies who are slighted by other men.”

I had once told Tessa she wasn’t my type—what a fucking idiot I was. I mean, look at her: she’s everyone’s type, even if they’re too damn stupid to see it at first. My hands work the pages, and my eyes skim over countless marked lines that relate to the two of us and how she feels about me. This is the best gift I’ll ever receive, that’s for damn sure.