Elisha

“I blame her for it. Blame her for cracking my carefully crafted mask, shattering it to pieces when she is around. I’ve never felt so much, never feared so much. But if I must endure the consequences that feeling something for her brings, then so does she.

It’s like a tangible tether between us, this consuming connection. I will her to meet my eyes, and when they do –

Sparks. Electricity.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I find myself silently thanking the Plague for her different, dark attire because I wouldn’t want her blending in. Wouldn’t want her lost in the crowd.

Not that she’s ever had that problem before.

Not that that I’ve ever had a problem finding her before.

The sight of her in jet black is enough to make me colourblind, make me see nothing and no one but her.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“He’s devastating. Everything about him is stunning and sharp and stealing my breath away. But it’s the way he’s looking at me that suddenly makes swallowing seem like a struggle, breathing seem like a chore. I’ve never been looked at like it’s a privilege to be in my presence, an honour to hold my gaze, a gift to get a glimpse of me. Not until I met him.’

“I don’t know that I ever lived before lying eyes on the likes of you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“A forget-me-not, since you always seem to be forgetting who I am.”

“Oh, I know who you are. A cocky bastard.”

“I don’t give a damn if you forget who I am in title, so long as you remember who I am to you.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless