Looks can’t hide your true identity. It’s the eyes that give you away…the soul behind them. The intent. The Shadows.

So much to say, yet no words would ever be enough.

I didn't know his middle name or his favorite color, but I knew how his thoughts felt caressing my mind. The bright tang of his adrenaline coursing under my skin. The force of his heart, strong and rhythmic and a bit sad, pumping within my own chest.

So. You're a fallen angel." She folded her arms. "I'm not fallen," he said roughly. "Then what are you?" He shrugged. "Busted.

I love the cancer spoon!

There's nothing wrong with you..not even the darkest corner of that beautiful soul. ~ Hunter

Just because someone tried to make you into a victim didn’t mean that’s what you had to be.