Theletter12

“More tears fall. I hear murmurs around us, but I don’t care. I can’t look away from his silvery moonlit eyes. He thinks he’s dark. I think he just shines differently. The way the moon illuminates the world at night, soft and subtle. He doesn’t shine, he glows. Especially when he looks at me the way he is right now. And the thought that I could be the one to make this man glow?”
― Elsie Silver, A Photo Finish

“You don’t look at me like I’m tragic. You look at me like we’re inevitable.”
― Elsie Silver, A Photo Finish

“She’s like sunshine on my face. Warm and bright. I feel like I’ve been living in the shade, in a dark corner, and rather than dragging me kicking and screaming out of it—like so many people have tried to—she’s just shifted over a little bit to share her light.”
― Elsie Silver, A Photo Finish

“You bought me nail polish?” I question, picking it up. It’s orange, my favorite color. I immediately flip it over to see what it’s called. Everly Ever After is printed on the label.”
― Jana Aston, Right