Aimee

“Her fingertips reached to trace the damage, but he grasped her hand with his own. He leaned down, far enough that the dark ends of his hair brushed feather-light against her face, caught in her lashes.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“At last he stopped, and she stared down at the printed column of words, unable to comprehend a single one. His hand, warm and steady, wound its way around hers, wrapping it like a spider would its prey. She surrendered it to him, unable to watch even as his thumb traced the place, just above her knuckles, where he had once written his number in deep violet. Isobel ceased to breathe. Her heart pounded in her chest, her thoughts shattering into senseless fragments. All the while, her eyes remained trained and unblinking on the open page. Lines without meaning stared up at her, little more than black sticks in an otherwise white world.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“In love. In love with the stoic, the sullen, the eternally morose Varen Nethers?
He would never allow it.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore

“Gwen," he said in acknowledgement.

"Your darkness-ship," she returned with a bow.”
― Kelly Creagh, Nevermore