Carla Sofía

“She can't die, and not just because there's a chance I won't survive. She can't die because I know I can't live without her even if I do.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“I know. I made it my business to know everything there was to know about you the second I saw you on the parapet.'

'Because that's not creepy.' I let the coffee warm my freezing hands.

'Can't know how to ruin someone without understanding them first,' he says quietly.

I lift my gaze to find that his is already on me. 'And is that still your plan?' Mira's words have haunted me for two days.

He flinches. 'No.'

'What changed?' Frustration tightens my grip on the mug. 'When exactly did you decide not to ruin me?'

'Maybe it was when I saw Oren holding a knife to your throat,' he says. 'Or maybe it was when I realised the bruises on your neck were fingerprints and wanted to kill them all over again just so I could do it slowly. Maybe it was the first time I recklessly kissed you or when I realised I'm fucked because I can't stop thinking about doing more than just kissing you.' My breath catches at his admission, but he just sighs, lets his head fall back against the wall. 'Does it even matter when, as long as it changed between us?'

'Don't do that,' I whisper, and he lifts his head again to hold my gaze.

'Do what? Tell you I can't get you out of my head? Or speak directly into yours?'

'Either.”
― Rebecca Yarros, Fourth Wing

“«Solo se necesita a una generación desesperada para cambiar la historia… o incluso borrarla».”
― Rebecca Yarros, Alas de sangre

“Hace falta mucho valor para ponerse como prioridad y pedir ayuda.”
― Inma Rubiales, Hasta que nos quedemos sin estrellas