“His hand against my neck, his fingers in my hair, they all felt like intimate movements. Like he was brushing against more than my skin. Like he was touching my soul, reviving it, coaxing it out of the darkness it burrowed itself in.”
―
Jaide Harley,
Shattered
“We weren't the same. We were much more than that. We were completing each other's broken and abandoned pieces until the brokenness didn't matter because when we were together, those broken and abandoned pieces were cherished.”
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Jaide Harley,
Shattered