Ruby

“More than any of the hateful things I wanted from Hendrix Bane, the liar, the manipulator, the cheat, the Necromancer, the Fae...I just wanted him to open that door and pull me into his arms.”
― Caroline Peckham; Susanne Valenti, Lightwing

“I want to speak. To tell him I didn’t want to live in a world without
him.
That I still don’t.
I want to tell him that I don’t just love him. That a single four-letter
word could never define the way I feel, nor could it explain the way my
soul bled with his absence, driving me to do things that will always stick to
my skin like a layer of filth.”
― Sarah A. Parker, To Flame a Wild Flower

“Fine, I want this. I want you. I can’t escape
you, Alex. You’re like the sun. I turn away, I look down, but I can still see
you reflected in everything at my feet. If I draw the curtains, you slip
through the cracks. I can’t fall for the moon instead because it’s you that
illuminates it. None of that changes the fact that we just won’t work. You’re
not the problem here. It’s me, and things out of my control.

It’s you who’s the sun, Ophelia. I am the moon. You keep me in this
tortuous cycle, lighting me up for the shortest time before you disappear
again and make me invisible. Don’t give me that it’s not you, it’s me crap; I
hate it.”
― Autumn Woods, Nightshade

“I don’t know how you make me feel like a starving supplicant. How you’ve made everything that is not you taste like ash. I’m certain nothing truly good existed before you.”
― Kalie Cassidy, In the Wake of the Ruined