Acho que é perceptível que eu tenho favoritismo com Elorcan....
He held her hand tight, as if her fingers were the only five things holding him to reality, the only thing holding him from drowning in the way his heart bumped fast against his chest, the way his lungs needed more and more air, and his stomach dropped - perhaps she was reality, that was a thought that kept Lorcan awake most nights, staring sweetly at the girl sleeping peacefully next to him, an arm under the pillow and the other over his body. He knew that if he closed his eyes for a brief second and lost sight of black hair and eyes, pink lips and pale skin, he would swirl in the darkness, falling falling falling, never ending, never reaching, never stopping.
She grasped his hand back, just a reminder that she was there, he was there. The frigid breeze caressed their cheeks and Elide drew herself closer to him. The streets of San Francisco were emptied in a Saturday afternoon of winter. Someone passed by. Someone went by. They kept their pace. Lorcan looked down at the black head snuggled against his arm and smiled to himself, unsure then and unsure now of how he had the luck to find the one person able to shatter the walls he had constructed around himself ages ago - to the point he didn't know the way out anymore - to dust. Elide was the only person that taught him how to live and he fancied the idea that he she was the first and only person he learned to love back.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
Trono de Vidro - Pequenos Contos
FanfictionApenas algumas coisas que escrevo quando estou inspirada. Todas as estórias aqui foram baseadas no universo e nos personagens da autora Sarah J. Maas, portanto, apenas as ideias são minhas.
