Brooke

“Too late I realise that she has been the Summer of my life. What a slow and painful death this shall be.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“The same man who wrote those words, those characters, just scratched himself. He’s reading my first chapter, in the midst of my freaking love story, and reached down, his hand gripping the front of his pants, the action one without thought, a disgusting habit that he probably does ten times a day. This is why I avoid men. This is why I avoid people in general. We are a disgusting, foul race, only a few centuries past smearing our faces with feces and dancing for rain.”
― A.R. Torre, The Ghostwriter

“I knew she would be beautiful today, of course I knew, but this is unbelievable. Never in all my years of Christianity has there been talk of an angel like this. My God, she is not even walking, she floats around the room.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn

“To be with her is a sin, to be without her is a tragedy.”
― Chloe Michelle Howarth, Sunburn