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“Who knew you were such a hero?” A scoff works its way up my throat. I slide a possessive hand around the nape of her neck, surprising us both. “A hero? No. See, the difference between me and a hero, a hero would sacrifice you to save the world. But a villain, a devil like me, would sacrifice everyone just to keep you safe. I’d burn this entire world to the ground for you. You’re mine, Asteria. You’ve always been mine.”
― Naya V., The Princess and The Devil

“Does that mean I’m your someone?” His brown eyes are warm, a swirl of so many things neither of us will say yet.
“No, Salem.” He shakes his head slowly. Before I can feel the sting of pain, he says, “You’re my everything.”
― Micalea Smeltzer, The Confidence of Wildflowers

“I don’t tell him, but everyone worries so much about monsters lingering outside they forget about the ones that can haunt you behind closed doors.”
― Micalea Smeltzer, The Confidence of Wildflowers

“Our life settled into a pulse, a heartbeat, a collection of breaths. In the silence between them, I memorized the cadence of Max's barefoot steps padding down the hallways at night, the way one single muscle in his throat twitched when he was stressed, the whisper of a laugh that always followed one of my quips (however unfunny). I learned that one side of his smile aways started first - the left side, a fraction of a second before the right - and that he loved ginger tea above all else and the list of things he wasn't made for.
And, in turn, he quietly memorized me, too. I knew he did, because one day I realized he had long ago stopped asking me how I took my tea and we mysteriously always had a never-ending stock of raspberries, even though I knew he didn't like them.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Daughter of No Worlds