Clara Rafitz

“Life given and life taken away, and every moment in between. I live it all, with them, through them, as them. Whoosh. “If you leave, we will be brothers wherever you go, right, Maman?” Whoosh. Tobias presses his forehead to mine as I relay through stunted breaths that there is no separation—one last secret to take with me. “Frères pour toujours.” Whoosh. Cecelia’s storm engulfs me fully, sweeping me into the blissful state only she could ever take me as my brother’s whisper reaches me, “Mother greet you, Father keep you. I love you, brother.” Whoosh. “It’s time to sleep, Petit Prince.” Whoosh.”
― Kate Stewart, One Last Rainy Day: The Legacy of a Prince

“Has Cecelia got you?” She asks in a sickly-sweet voice. “By the balls,” I mutter, shooting off the email. “Pardon?” “I’ve ordered, thank you. But,” I lean over and engage her. “Please make sure she’s not back there with a box of rat poison.” She laughs like it’s hysterical and leans over, giving me an eyeful of cleavage that I opt-out of. “Now, why would she do a thing like that?” “Ex-boyfriend.” I wrinkle my nose. “She’s not my biggest fan.” Her jaw slackens. “You’re the bastard?” “In the flesh. So, you know about me?” Good. She narrows her eyes. She knows enough. Not good. “Oh, I’ll make sure we take really good care of you.” And I’m no longer eating here.”
― Kate Stewart, The Finish Line

“The liberation that comes with her acceptance is one I unknowingly searched for and found in her. In these precious seconds, I bask in the understanding that I have someone to share myself with, a partner, a lover, confidante, and friend. Her love is all the validity I’ll ever need.”
― Kate Stewart, The Finish Line