Sweetest Coma Again

“Go home, Jack. Don’t die alone. I know you have a family somewhere who misses you.” His brow furrows. “Why do you say that?” I toss the barely salvageable photos into the box and step in front of him, feathering the back of my hands along his cheeks and tracing the fine lines with my thumbs. “The eyes don’t lie.” He slides his hand from my bicep to my hand on his face. “What do mine say?” “You’re not where you belong. Your eyes have so much longing and deep regret; it’s soul-crushing.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her

“How foolish to think you can tell your children about yourself before they're at least fifty. To ask to be seen by them as a person and not as a function. To say : I am your history, you begin from me, listen to me, it could be useful to you.”
― Elena Ferrante, The Lost Daughter

“He looked at me with a grin as he slowly pulled the fork out, the cool metal sliding along my lips. Something about him feeding me was strange and sensual, and tingles pierced through my belly.”
― Annella Savo, Born to Make You Smile

“Frankie,” he whispers, out of breath. Keeping me pinned to the car, his hands find my face again. “Frankie … Frankie … Frankie …” He showers my face with kisses and gently rubs his face against mine. It’s affectionate, intimate, and a little heartbreaking because I feel him clinging to this moment as much as I am. My hands cover his when his forehead comes to rest against mine. “I’m afraid one day soon you won’t kiss me good night.” He lifts his head, a sad expression stealing his handsome face while he nods gently. “Me too.”
― Jewel E. Ann, Because of Her