Jessica

“We went to Paris for our honey—” I trail off. God. I cannot believe I just said that out loud.
He stops. “You’re telling me you dreamed about our honeymoon?”
I should be too upset by what this MRI might uncover to be capable of humiliation right now, but I’m not. I feel the heat in my face and there is no way to stop it. “No comment.”
He raises a brow, holding the elevator door open and following me in. “Oh, you’re not getting off that easily. If we had a honeymoon in Paris, I need to hear all about it. What did we do?”
I roll my eyes, trying hard not to smile. “It was December and cold as hell, and we were there on our honeymoon. What do you think we did?”
He laughs. “Wow. Any other glamorous trips where we never left the hotel?”
― Elizabeth O'Roark, Parallel

“Every day, you and I are witnessing the impossible. We’re having the same dreams, for God’s sake. You know things you couldn’t possibly know, and from the moment I met you, it felt like you were…”
“It felt like I was what?”
“Mine,” I reply.
The awkwardness of that word washes over us both. I’ve never called anyone mine in my life, and she is with someone else. But I also know what I said was right. She is meant to be mine”
― Elizabeth O'Roark, Parallel

“My eyes open and fill with tears. Nick is not my husband. He’s not anything. How can he possibly not exist when I remember him in such detail? When I feel so much for him?”
― Elizabeth O'Roark, Parallel

“I don’t grip her like I’m desperate, but I love her desperately. It’s the only way I know how.”
― J. Daniels, All We Want