Last Violent Call

by Chloe Gong

Science could tell him that the ground was below his feet and the sky was above his head and the early light of day was upon his back. Roma wouldn’t listen. To him, Juliette was the sun.

“I have an internal compass that centers on you instead of true north.”

Love, she thought, was that kernel of warmth nestled deeper in her chest, glowing with a sense of comfort whenever Roma’s eyes were on her—the same comfort she’d first found when they were fifteen, everlasting.

This beautiful life, this tremendous love.

and when Marshall Seo got overly theatrical, it was usually because he wanted Benedikt to stop frantically spinning in his own head and pay attention to him instead.

“Come on, solnishko.”

screamed out loud when I looked up what this means in Russian and it’s “my sun” 😐 haha. benmars sun and moon agenda!!!!!!!!