Dahaan | Various Authors

The way he looks away and then remains silent, the lingering expectation of her to give him more, and when she doesn't, turns into disappointment because it slows everything down. Whatever new frontiers she manages to cross, she finds that there are always others waiting for her. Every concession she made made demands more and more, and then disappointment, even in their happiest moments the specter of accusation, the misery of a loss that he barely concealed hovering as if it were a mountain high between them, a kind of eternal grief which they both accepted as being because of it. She wanted to love and be herself, but to be herself she had to refuse all the time, and then she wouldn't be herself. * It is the night of Edward and Florence's wedding, which took place to the fullest, until they went to dinner and overnight in a quiet beach hotel, as each of them feels the burden of what the other expects from him tonight, and calls from memory what helps him to ignite his enthusiasm at times, or feel terrified at other times. Without even realizing it, what they're going to do tonight, every word they say, every gesture, will lay the foundations for their lifelong relationship. This is a novel about deep ideal love, about the waves of romance crashing into the rocks of reality, and about a society that has been radically altered by things that people experience individually, in their rooms, far from the broad streets and loud screams.