Rayna

“Apparently, Alex doesn't know how to handle emotions, and he's a dumpster fire of a human being.”
― E.L. Massey, Like Real People Do

“The problem is he thinks he and Eli could be good for each other. Really good. Under different circumstances. In a different life.
Or maybe, if he was just a little braver, in this one.”
― E.L. Massey, Like Real People Do

“You could be my entire world,” he whispers in my ear before moving to my collarbone. “If you let me.”
― Ali Hazelwood, Love, Theoretically

“Jesus,” Rome says. “I thought you were a poet.”
“I do sometimes.”
“You do what?”
“Write poetry about you. Because you’re so… you could be so much, I think. If you weren’t—“
Damien sighs. “It helps… to write about you. Sometimes.”
Rome suddenly feels a lot more sober, standing there in the hallway, for all intents and purposes, holding hands with Damien Raphael Bordeaux. “Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Damien sighs, letting go of his hand. He stumbles a little, and Rome catches him before he can topple back down the stairs.
“Don’t tell, okay?” Damien says, leaning into him. “About the poetry.”
“Don’t tell who?”
“Rome.”
“Okay,” Rome agrees. “I won’t.”
― E.L. Massey, All Hail the Underdogs