I know a funny thing about eyes.Where
you let them look is where they take you.Look back and you stay stuck in a lost,
forever unattainable past.Look forward and you love. Feversong, Karen Marie Moning
She just...couldn't seem to lock into relationships. There was never a definitive click to let her know she'd finally made something solid and lasting. It always felt more like grasping something that was too hot and seeing how long she could stand to hold on.
“So long as my body lives, and yours—we are one flesh,” he whispered. [snip]
“And when my body shall cease, my soul will still be yours. Claire—I swear by my hope of heaven, I will not be parted from you.”
The wind stirred the leaves of the chestnut trees nearby, and the scents of late summer rose up rich around us; pine and grass and strawberries, sun-warmed stone and cool water, and the sharp, musky smell of his body next to mine.
“Nothing is lost, Sassenach; only changed.”
“That’s the first law of thermodynamics,” I said, wiping my nose.
She would be his wife, his queen. She was already his equal, his match, his mirror in so many ways. And with their union, the world would know it.
But he could see the bars of the cage that would creep closer, tighter, every day. And either break her wholly, or tun her into something neither of them wish her to ever be. Kingdom of Ash, Sarah J. Maas
Everyone is guilty of something, and everyone still harbors a memory of childhood innocence, no matter how many layers of life wrap around it. Humanity is innocent; humanity is guilty, and both states are undeniably true.