Morgan

“What’s going on?” Roën’s brows crease. “Talk to me. We don’t have to do anything. Zïtsōl, that’s not why I care about you—”
― Tomi Adeyemi, Children of Virtue and Vengeance

“it was something I didn’t like to touch or talk about. Loneliness often brought with it a heavy, coarse blanket of shame, and a cloak constructed of embarrassment.”
― Jennifer L. Armentrout, From Blood and Ash

“I nod in agreement”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless

“Those were on the ground,” I say. “You don’t want them?” “No, I want them,” I say. “But they were on the ground.” “Yes,” he says. “Where there’s dirt,” I say. “And spilled booze. Possibly vomit.” He winces, starts to lower the beads. I catch his wrist, stilling him. “Thank you,” I say. “Thank you for touching these filthy beads for me, Alex. I love them.” He rolls his eyes, smiles, slips the beads over my neck as I duck my head. When I look back up at him, he’s beaming at me, and I think, I love you more now than I ever have. How is it possible that this keeps happening with him? “Can we take a picture together?” I ask, but what I’m thinking is, I wish I could bottle this moment and wear it as a perfume. It would always be with me. Everywhere I went, he’d be there too, and so I’d always feel like myself.”
― Emily Henry, People We Meet on Vacation