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appreciation
“That’s it,” she huffed, turning back around. “There’s no hope for men.”
“Sounds unhealthy,” she deadpanned. “Probably.” “And psychotic.” “Stop with the compliments.”
“Women support, not shame.”
“Even those who feel the most can feel empty.
Your tears reflect how beautifully imperfect you are. What could be more human than that?”
Khalani found kinship with the wind. She too wanted to be everywhere. Unseen. Significant.
War would never happen if the people in charge talked about their feelings.
“Maybe change hasn’t happened because we’ve been waiting for ourselves.”
“He hit you?” Takeshi froze, his voice dangerously calm, but his hands trembled.
“Because if she gets another scratch, you’d need a much bigger gun to survive.” Takeshi’s chin lowered, his eyes filled with dark retribution.
No person is more deserving than another.
I know the road hasn’t been easy. But have you ever considered that you’re meant to walk the hard path so the next person can fly over it?”
“If they are, then they’re experiencing it too.” “Experiencing what?” “The parts that make everything worth it.”
“Assuming that after being bound in chains, I would dare let anyone else dictate my life.”
“But when everything’s falling apart around you, you can at least look amazing when it happens.”
The human language shouldn’t be so dirty.
He lived in a million phrases. But all she ever wanted to hear was one.
“I know you have the biggest heart, because in another story, I would’ve wanted you to be my ending.” Takeshi didn’t speak for the longest time. The old Khalani would’ve regretted those words the moment they left her mouth, but she didn’t. Her feelings reminded her that she was still human. And like a candle flickering in the dark, Takeshi let his bleeding heart spill on the floor next to hers. “In another story, you would’ve been my beginning.”
Something so captivating shouldn’t exist in a world that was colored in pain.
“What would you have done if I asked for a break when I was your prisoner?” “What do you think?” he deadpanned. “I would’ve fetched you a rocking chair.”
There were far more good people in the world than there were bad. It didn’t always seem that way because evil tended to be louder. But hope resided in the quiet moments.
You’re the kind of special no one ever forgets.”
Silence is support.
