Robynne

“It was stupid, but I collected his words the way I collected perfumes and shoes. They glinted like precious stones in the sand, proof that he trusted me enough to communicate with me openly when he didn’t have to. He simply chose to.”
― Ana Huang, King of Envy

“Grief seems like a privilege, in a way,” she says. “To have loved someone so much that you can’t imagine life without them.”
― Liz Tomforde, Play Along

“Ash?” a voice said. I straightened my spine. I’d know that voice anywhere. If I had slipped into a coma, it would wake me up. If I was six feet under, I’d dig myself out of the grave just to be closer to it, which was dramatic and startling and tragic and stupid. But it was true. “It’s just me out here,” he said. “The bar’s cleared out.” I’ll love you until we’re dust in the wind, Camille Ashwood. “I’m here, Cam.”
― Lyla Sage, Wild and Wrangled

“I wonder if he knows that i radiate happiness because he gave me the space to shine.”
― Becka Mack, Play with Me