Livy

“He wanted to forget he'd ever yielded to the weakness of wanting anything. He wanted to scrub away any evidence that he existed outside his own head at all—that he was a visible object that anyone else could see and mock and judge.”
― Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights

“Declan was there. He was curled just next to Ronan, an arm draped over his side. They thought he was sleeping, but when Niall’s foot set off a floorboard’s squeal, his eyes came straight open. He looked at his parents so directly that they squirmed, consciences guilty. But of course Declan didn’t know- that was simply his ordinary expression, even as a little kid.
“He was lonely,” Declan explained.
“How do you know?” Niall asked.
Declan carefully moved away from the child to join his parents. “He was crying”
Niall put his hand in Declan’s curls, trying to sound light, unfettered. “I didn’t hear anything.”
Declan’s voice was somewhat haughty. “He was very quiet about it.”
― Maggie Stiefvater, Greywaren

“Where’s Kit, really?” Ty said, “I keep asking, but no one will tell me.”
Magnus looked up. “Kit’s all right. He’s with Tessa and Jem.”
“I know,” Ty said. His voice shook. “I know, but—can I say good-bye to him? If I could just talk to him once—”
“He’s already gone,”
Magnus said. “He didn’t want to say good-bye to you. To anyone really, but I suspect it was mostly you.”
― Cassandra Clare

“I hope you looked west while I was looking east, and that for a moment you met my eyes without knowing it. I know you never look away, ever when your eyes are closed, but I'm never certain you can see what's really there.
I miss you to pieces.
Yours Always
- J”
― Micah Nemerever, These Violent Delights