Aoife

“Raffe looks over at the bloody knife in my
hand. “If I still had any doubts that it was
you, that would do it.” He gestures toward
my opponent rolling on the ground with his
hands cradling his package.
“He should have been polite and just let
us by,” I say.
“Way to teach him some respect. I always
wanted to meet a girl who fights dirty,” says
Raffe.
“There’s no such thing as dirty fighting in
self-defense.”
He huffs. “I don’t know whether to make
fun of him or to respect you.”
“Come on, that one’s easy.”
He grins at me. There’s something in his
eyes that makes my insides melt a little, like
something deep inside us is communicating
without me being fully aware of it.”
― Susan Ee, World After

“He is the one pocket of warmth in a sea of ice. Being in his arms feels like the home I never had.”
― Susan Ee, World After

“Each night, I close my eyes and dream. In the morning, I open my eyes again, but the dreaming doesn't stop.”
― Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm

“I wish my brain had an off switch. Maybe that way I could get some sleep.”
― Christy Hall, The Little Silkworm