Ancy

“He sighs, tipping his head up to stare at the ceiling. “When you ignore me, I burn with restlessness; it feels as though the sun has turned its back on the world. And when you smile at me—when you gaze at me like you can see my soul—I feel … I feel like I am lit on fire, like you have been called by God to raze my world.” He is breaking me wide open. No one has ever spoken to me like this—no one has ever even thought of me like this—and I have no defense against it. He rises to his feet then and walks to the door. He pauses there. “For good or for ill,” he says over his shoulder, “I have been indelibly changed by you.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“I twist to face him, pressing the blanket close to me. It has racecars printed all over it. A little boy's blanket, sacrificed so that I'd be warm. Sometimes, it's the little details that cut the deepest.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“Why am I here?” I ask.
“I won’t let you die.”
Again, I don’t know whether him saving me is a kindness or a curse.
It’s obviously a curse, you dumb bimbo. He ain’t saving you to romance your ass.”
― Laura Thalassa, Pestilence

“Why do people run? It’s awful. Did you know people actually do this for fun? I saw humans do it all the time. There must be something wrong with their brains,” I narrow my eyes at him and gasp. “Oh gods, you run for fun, don’t you?” I ask. “What am I saying, of course you do. That explains why you’re so unhappy all the time.”
― Raven Kennedy, Signs of Cupidity