Sergei Lukyanenko. Night Watch (№ 290788)

- You know what it is? To be condemned to love?
But isn't it so always? - Svetlana winced with anger. - When people love each other, when among the thousands and millions. It's always fate! <...>
- No. Light, you've heard this analogy: love is the flower? <...> The flower you can grow Light. And you can buy. Or it will give.
Anton bought?
"No," I said; too much, perhaps, said. - Received as a gift. From the fate.
- And so what? If it's love?
- Sveta, cut flowers are beautiful. But they live long. They're already dying, even carefully put in a crystal vase with fresh water.