The Brightest Light of Sunshine (The Brightest Light, #1)

by Lisina Coney

To the ones that bloomed when the world expected them to wither

We might not know each other very well yet, but I have no doubt you’re the brightest light of sunshine, Grace.”

You can’t help someone who refuses to get help, and it fucking hurts.

I blurt out, because self-control is something I haven’t quite mastered yet when I’m around this man.

Forever and always, whatever life throws at us, we are here. Together.

He looks at me like I hold his world in my hands,

My damn face hurts from all the smiling I always do around her. This is the kind of pain I’ll take every single day if I could.