The Library of Shadows

by Rachel Moore

She knew alone a little too well. Alone carved out a canyon in her chest, deep grooves of a river run dry. She didn’t know how to fill it back up. She wasn’t sure she even wanted to, just for it to empty again.

He looked over his shoulder with every slow-motion movement. Waiting for her to stop him. Mateo feigned a cough to keep her attention. “I said I’m leaving.”

Dramatic ass

DL97

I bet it means dean logano 1997

Ivy

Talking about ivy too much for me to not be suspicious

“The Heir is only human.

Girl its probably that skanky librarian

There is life, there is death, and there is love.’” Somehow, Este knew what would come next.

“‘The greatest of these is love,’” they finished together.

Maybe sepia-toned nostalgia was its own type of haunting. The ache of missing something you could never have again.

They were planets revolving around each other, just like the ghosts in the senior lounge—a solar system anchored by each other’s gravitational pull. They’d found their place and fit into it perfectly. Este was an asteroid, blazing through their quiet harmony.

He tugged her onto his lap,

Okay so we're doing this now. Isn't She dying