Elisha

“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

“His gaze feels right, familiar. And when his eyes lock with mine, I wonder why I ever bother looking at anyone else.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“I’ve barely been able to hold myself back from wanting to hold her. She’s so beautiful I can hardly believe it, hardly breathe. Her soul is stunning. Her very being is bright and bold and so unbelievably better than I am. She is a good beyond my grasp, one that I am not worthy of glimpsing let along grabbing hold of.
And yet, here she is despite that. Choosing me.
It’s a privilege to look into those eyes, to drown in the essence that is her. Because everything about her is too right and everything about me is too wrong. But I’m selfish. I take what I want, and what I want might just want me for once.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“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