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“But when I sit back to look up at him, his brows are furrowed.
"I loved you," he whispers.
"I know," I say.
Hurt eyes move across my face. "You broke my heart."
"I know that, too.”
― Carley Fortune, Every Summer After

“How are you?" he asked in a soft voice.
"Good, so much gooder. Better. I'm better. Than last time, I mean. Last time was . . . it was whatever."
"I'm glad you're gooder," he said with a smirk.
I nudged his shoulder with mine. "How are you?"
"The goodest."
"You like to make fun of me."
A smile stretched across his adorable face. "I really do.”
― Kasie West, Borrow My Heart

“The setting sun drips with golden rays across her face, blue eyes burning bright against the vibrant red of each poppy. It's hard to believe that something so beautiful would willing stare at the likes of me.
I feel undeserving of her gaze, of the way her eyes roam over my face. I shake my head, still staring down at her. "Don't look at me like that."
"Like what?" she asks softly.
"Like I'm worthy of being seen”
― Lauren Roberts, Reckless

“I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before. It never seemed important.
Not until I looked into a pair of ocean blue eyes and realized that perhaps drowning was a beautiful thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of fiery blue eyes and realized that perhaps burning was a painless thing.
Not until I looked into a pair of sky blue eyes and realized that perhaps falling was a peaceful thing.
I'd never thought about what my favorite color was before because I hadn't seen one that was worthy of the title. Until now, that is.
"Blue," I say, my voice low.”
― Lauren Roberts, Powerless