A Study in Drowning

by Ava Reid

We must discuss, then, the relationship between women and water. When men fall into the sea, they drown. When women meet the water, they transform. It becomes vital to ask: is this a metamorphosis, or a homecoming?

Finally she let go. Preston’s hand dropped to his side at once, fingers flexing.

Effy almost choked. “He doesn’t look at me any sort of way.” “He does,” Ianto said. “Wherever you are in a room, he watches you. It’s like he’s waiting for you to trip so he can catch you. It’s unsettling.”

What defines a romance? All scholars seem to converge on a single point: it is a story that must have a happy ending. And why is that? I say, it is because a romance is a belief in the impossible: that anything ends happily.

What young girl of this century was left feverish by the sight of a man’s calves? She was like one of those protagonists from a novel of manners, swooning over a glimpse of their betrothed’s bare ankle.

She's so funny <3

“You don’t see yourself very clearly, Effy.”

love this cliche line everytime

I didn’t know you felt anything at all when you looked at me.” “I did. I do.” Preston’s grip on her tightened,

“It doesn’t matter. I’m not afraid to care about you, Effy.”