Alexandra

“She laughed for her wasted, difficult life that never had to be wasted or difficult in the first place.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“This time could be different. This time it could last. Maybe it would be a longer, deeper love: a real and solid entity that lived in the house, used the bathroom, ate their food, mussed up the linens in sleep. A love that pulled her close when she cried, that slept with its chest pressed against her back.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender

“He asked about Dad and about Gran- as if talking about something could make it better. As if wounds needed attention.”
― E. Lockhart, We Were Liars

“To many, I was myth incarnate, the embodiment of a most superb legend, a fairy tale. Some considered me a monster, a mutation. To my great misfortune, I was once mistaken for an angel. To my mother, I was everything. To my father, nothing at all. To my grandmother, I was a daily reminder of loves long lost. But I knew the truth—deep down, I always did.
I was just a girl.”
― Leslye Walton, The Strange and Beautiful Sorrows of Ava Lavender