Fay

“Yes, we found out we had everything in common, especially that we’re not good at relationships.” Lionel said, “Awwwww,” and gave him a hug. “I’m sure you’ll find someone you have nothing in common with someday.” Carlos shrugged. “It is better to have loved and lost than to have never looked a gift horse in the face.” “That doesn’t even make sense,” I blurted out. “Love doesn’t make sense.” “Hallelujah,” my sister said.”
― Marshall Thornton, Masc

“Bout time,” Rhys interrupted. “You know, they say however you look when you die is how your ghost will look forever.” His eyes roamed up and down my body, narrowing in disapproval at the sight of my plain grey joggers – that hung a little looser on my hips than they used to - and boring T-shirt. “Do you really want that to be your ghost outfit?” “Rhys!”
― Nicola Haken, Who We Are

“If you don’t want me to stay, speak up. Otherwise, I’m about ten seconds away from snuggling the shit out of you and serenading you with some jazzy snores.”
― Lucy Lennox, Grounding Griffin

“D snorted. “Gotta be prepared.” He looked up at Jack’s face, frowning. “What?”
Jack shrugged. “It’s just….” He sighed. “I’m starting to see words like ‘accessory’ and ‘accomplice’ floating around my head.”
D barely reacted. “How about ‘dead on arrival’? Ya like that better?”
Jack nodded, pressing his lips together. “Get more ammo. Ammo is good.”
― Jane Seville