Lily O. Velez

“the road there began with kindness. This philosophy informed his actions toward Cadence in those first weeks. Unlike some of the others, who mistook Cadence’s cold and closed-off ways for pretentiousness, Sully saw only fear. When she bolted her eyes to the ground and wrapped her bony arms around herself, he saw someone who wanted to evade attention. When she countered a person’s questions with monosyllabic replies, he saw someone who was overly conscientious about what escaped her lips. To act otherwise would mean to draw someone’s ire. What really cemented his suspicions was what happened one Saturday, when he and Spencer were cleaning out the house’s rain gutters. Sully was perched on the coarse, flagstone shingles, using a garden spade to excavate the debris (leaves and twigs from a week of thunderstorms) and sending it all down below where Spencer waited, stretching open the mouth of a trash bag. Most of the debris landed everywhere but inside the bag, but as Spencer wasn’t fond of”
― Lily Velez, The Secrets We Kept

“Noah was a funeral pyre. He was burning. The flames rose to staggering heights and blazed in white, hot tongues. Jeremie had once told him a story of the burial rites of the Norse. They’d burn their dead, believing the high smoke carried their loved ones’ souls to Valhalla.

Noah was beyond Valhalla. Beyond the creamy spaciousness above the clouds, beyond the limits of the very earth. He floated among the stars, joined them in holy communion, knew each one by name. Then they were within him, scores of them, bright and hot, turning his ribs into a furnace as they shifted and created constellations in his soul. And all the while, the summer sang in his lungs.

There was no space between him and Jeremie. Where one ended, the other began, and still Jeremie pulled him closer like the moon pulls the tide, gripping him tightly in the same way he’d gripped Noah’s heart, had gripped his entire being.”
― Lily Velez, Lavender in Bloom