Taylor Moceri

“Stroking Feyre's cold hand, Nesta spoke into the timeless, frozen room, 'You loved me when no one else would. You never stopped. Even when I didn't deserve it, you loved me, and fought for me, and...' Nesta looked at Feyre's face, Death a breath away from claiming it. She didn't stop the tears that ran down her cheeks as she squeezed Feyre's slender hand tighter. 'I love you, Feyre.'

She had never said the words aloud. To anyone.

'I love you,' Nesta whispered. 'I love you.”
― Sarah J. Maas, A ​Court of Silver Flames