Emily

“It’s really hard to make yourself vulnerable to someone, isn’t it?” Natalia said, her expression introspective. “To have them know that their mood affects yours, their actions determine your day, their nearness affects your contentment. So much power to give one person. In the wrong hands, they could play you until you’re broken.”
― Samantha Young, Be With Me

“He was unsure of a lot of things, but never of them. She’d built a home in his heart, and he couldn’t rid himself of any of the things she’d left behind. He wanted to go after her, beg her to stay with him, for him, but he was scared. He didn’t let her go because he loved her too much to ask her to stay, but because he couldn’t bear to hear her say that she wouldn’t.”
― Claire Contreras, Paper Hearts

“I feel it, too,” he said, as if reading my mind. “It’s inside of me. Burning like a fever I can’t shake. It’s a spiteful, prideful anger that refuses to admit the truth.” “What truth?” I asked, my voice shaky. Nervous. “That I would kill for you without a beat of hesitation, or remorse. And yet, at the same time, I could be reduced to nothing more than a pile of ash without you. I’m weak for you, Lilia.”
― Keri Lake, Nocticadia

“My voice was timid and I asked, “that is when you knew you loved me?” He turned back to me, eyes sharp. “No. That is when I knew I would never not love you. That is when I knew I would be in love with my wife for the remainder of my winters, until my death and if spirits and ghosts exist, then I would also be in love thereafter.”
― Kara Voorhees Reynolds, Priestess