lady river

“Hennessy?" Ronan said, in a slightly different voice.

"Lynch."

"I've been alone a long time," he said.

Part of her thought he hadn't, though. His brothers, his boyfriend, his friends who called him with information in the middle of the night.

But the bigger part of her understood it, because she'd been alone, too. Because at the end of the day, no one else could fathom what it was like living with these endless possibilities inside your head.

Hennessy had come tonight thinking she didn't want Jordan to sleep forever if this failed.

But now she knew this, too: She didn't want to die, either.

She reached between them and fumbled until she felt his leather wristbands, then found his hand. She held it. He held back tightly.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Call Down the Hawk