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“So he pressed his forehead against mine and breathed me in and there was that sun, okay? That sun between us, that bond that burned and burned and burned because he’d given it to me. Because he’d chosen me. And I got to choose him back.”
― T.J. Klune, Wolfsong

“I feel aged. I feel as if you’ve aged me with your own hands, Michael. Ripened me. Like a red fruit, at the edge of a branch, hanging at its peak. Beautiful — and just about to fall.”
― rafael nicolás, Angels Before Man

“It felt, in all the lies between them, as if this was the only true thing. It didn’t matter that he was leaving tomorrow. He felt remade with the desire to give Laurent this: to give him all he would allow, and to ask for nothing, this careful threshold something to be savored because it was all Laurent let himself have.”
― C.S. Pacat, Captive Prince: Volume Two

“How many hearts need to be stored in boxes for the pain transformed into something else? But the pain, he intuits, is the only thing that keeps him breathing.
Without the sadness, he has nothing left.”
― Agustina Bazterrica, Tender Is the Flesh