Duaa

“I can’t lose the thing I’ve held onto for so long, you know?” My face twists up from the pain of pushing it out. “I just really need it to be a love story, you know? I really, really need it to be that.”
“I know,” she says.
“Because if it isn’t a love story, then what is it”? I look to her glassy eyes, her face of wide open empathy. “It’s my life,” I say. “This has been my whole life.”
― Kate Elizabeth Russell, My Dark Vanessa

“You were real to me. Sometimes I thought you were the only real thing.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains

“Would it always be like this? My friendship with Gunnar was the deepest, truest thing in my life. But I was a girl without carnal instincts. Would my feelings always be less-than? Would I always be invisible?”
― Carly Heath, The Reckless Kind

“He was too spotless to talk of blood and murder like Macbeth, but in the red glare of the fire he no longer looked so angelic. Instead he was handsome the way you think of the devil as handsome—forbiddingly so.”
― M.L. Rio, If We Were Villains