Powerless Lauren Roberts Quotes

Remind me to to make you smile like that again, when you aren't dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorise it.

She is the embodiment of a bad decision. The twin of danger and desire. The fine line between deadly and divine. And I can feel myself drowning.

What do you want to call me?” “I want to call you mine.

And I’ll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.

If I am to be her enemy, I want it to be because she loathes herself for wanting me.

Mark my words, Prince, I will be your undoing.” I lean in, ignoring the knife against my throat as I murmur, “Oh, darling, I look forward to it.

Oh, darling, as long as you still think I’m pretty, I don’t give a damn what I look like.

For every girl who has ever felt powerless

My pretty Pae, what have you done to me?

Call us even. Call me crazy. I don’t care. Just…” His eyes are pleading, brimming with emotion. “Just call me yours.

Because beasts don’t get the beauty.

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.

She said I could touch her when I was sober

I’m going to ask again. Who did this to you?

You cannot be nothing when you are everything to someone else.

when his eyes lock with mine, I wonder why I ever bother looking at anyone else.

Every girl deserves something equally as pretty and deadly as they are,

I may be a monster, but if you cut me, I'll bleed. And if you break my heart, Pae, you'll break me. So, if even a sliver of your soul longs for mine, I'll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it.

Men would likely go extinct without women to coddle them.

The strongest weapon a woman has at her disposal is that she is often underestimated,

Will you forever be the prize I am aimlessly trying to win" "Is that all I am to you? A trophy?" "Oh, darling, a trophy implies that I won it, earned it, deserve it." He leans in farther, a certain reverence in his gaze. "But if i get to have you, it will be because you let me.

I was lonely in a way that I imagine the stars to be, observed by everyone yet too far to truly be seen.

You make even the stars envious,” I repeat softly, leaning toward her. “Because one day—far from now—you will be up there beside them, outshining every single one.

Tell me you hate me, and I'll still count every heartbeat, every freckle, every shiver of your body, if only you say it with a smile.

You don't need a blade. I would bleed if only you asked.

Do you always fall into the arms of handsome strangers or is this a new thing for you?" "No, only the cocky ones.

And then she smiles, bright and big like the night sky hanging above us. I fear she could rival the stars.

See you in the sky,

I love when you threaten to kill me, do you know that?” “Oh? And why is that?” The corner of his mouth twitches up. “Because every time you don’t, it only proves that you don’t want to.

She is the torture I may not survive. Eagerly, she is my undoing. Her gaze lifts, meeting eyes that are not my own. Eyes of the man who gets to have her-if she allows it. She was supposed to be my forever. Now I'll watch her become someone else's. Because the beast doesn't get the beauty.

For the reckless souls who dare to love and be loved

Love each other for me.

Promise me you’ll stay alive long enough to stab me in the back?

Do I haunt your dreams, plague your thoughts, like you do mine?

Remind me to make you smile like that again, when you aren’t dying, and I have all the time in the world to memorize it.

As tempting as it is to watch you stare at me all night,” his voice is a caress, lulling me to sleep with a single sentence, “sleep, Pae.” I manage to give him a groggy grin before asking, “Are you going to sleep?” “Oh, darling, I’m already dreaming.

You’re quite the poet, Prince.” Moonlight pools in the dimple that accompanies his grin. “And you the muse, darling.

Maybe you really are a poet," I whisper. He smiles softly. "Only a fool for you." "Pretend?" My voice is small, soft like the breeze blowing through my short hair. "Never." "None of it?" I ask quietly. "Darling"-he smiles- "I have never had to pretend to want you.

To the girls with softer dreams – your purpose is just as powerful!

This girl might be the death of me. Literally.

For those fearless enough to follow their heart

I think I would fall on my sword if it meant you mourned me,” he breathes. “And it’s terrifying to think you hold that much power over me.

It’s a good thing you’re not here,” he says softly, a tone I never thought I’d hear from him again. “Because I still haven’t found my courage.

I’ll be forced to spend my days at her service but never at her side. In her shadow but never truly seen. In love with a girl I’d have bowed to long before she became my queen.

Nothing is stronger than a woman who is told she’s weak.

If darkness is the absence of light, then that is what I am when she is not around. And I wonder how I’ve stumbled this long without her to guide me.

I’ve been nothing but willing when it comes to drowning in those ocean eyes. But now, I can’t fathom drowning if she is not the anchor I’m sinking with.

No, I'm sick of running. And I won't spend the rest of my life doing it unless it's you I'm running back to." "Then I'll spend the rest of my life tracking you down," he says quietly. "Glimpsing you in shadows. Fighting you in the streets. Dancing with you in my dreams. Because living without you is only bearable when I know you are out there still living too.

He is my anchor, and I am willing to sink, so long as it is with him.

So in the wise words of Adena, this is simply a good way to say goodbye until....whatever the hell." "Until whatever the hell." Paedyn repeats with a nod.

She’s confusing, captivating, and we’re completely wrong for each other in all the right ways.

Shh.” I run a hand down the length of her curls, feeling a hiccup jostle her body. “You did the right thing. Run to me. Always run to me.

Mark my words, Prince. I will be your undoing." "Oh Darling, I look forward to it.

At the end of a blade, I would love you. Until it pierced my throat, I would say ‘yes’ to you.

Pae, let me force every person in this kingdom to their knees for you.

This is not a goodbye, just a good way to say bye until I see you next

I always wondered how something could shine so bright, even while being swallowed in darkness.

You asked me what my favorite color was once. I'd never even pondered the answer to that question before you. And yet, I realized in that moment that it was blue." He bends to brush a kiss to my temple, a murmur against my skin. "It is your eyes.

Marry me, Pae. I’m already on one knee, but I’ll get down on both and beg for you, if you like.

I had never known happiness before her. But if there is to be an after in which she doesn’t exist, I know I never will again.

At my weakest, I wish for him. And at my strongest, I wish I could say it wasn’t the same.

You promised to be my undoing,” I murmur, lowering my head close enough to hear her sharp intake of breath. “So, prove it.” Her face angles up toward mine, our noses brushing. She never lowers her dagger, and the point of her blade still draws blood from my throat. “Prove it,” I repeat, voice quiet. “Hate me enough to make me want you.” I cup her jaw, feeling her eyes burning into mine. “Ruin me.” Our mouths crash together.

I’m counting the stars until I see Mak shining beside me. The stars wink at me, welcoming me home. And on second eight, I know nothing.

Oh? And what else are you when you’re around me, hmm?” She has me swallowing, has me nervous. “I’m a fool.” The smile she gives me is equally amused and alluring. “Only when you’re around me?” “Only for you.

If she is Shadow, then I am Flame. This girl is the very thing I can’t seem to escape—can’t seem to go anywhere without the remnants of her following. Where I am, she is. Whether it’s in the flesh or in the fragments of my mind. And where there is a flame, there is always a shadow. She is my inevitable.

Every brutal act is born of love.

A forget-me-not, since you always seem to be forgetting who I am.

And I'll save your life again and again, aimlessly hoping you will allow me to stay in it.

You are my proof of a paradise,” he murmurs with a quick flick of my nose.

I want her to burn for me, even if it means with hatred.

You don't regret it?" She shakes her head, her smile sad, "No." "Good," I murmur. "Because I've always had a thing for short hair." "Oh, really?" She laughs as I sway us in a circle. "It's true. Among other things, of course." I shrug a shoulder. "Short hair. Ocean-blue eyes. Twenty-eight freckles. And"- I pause, examining her with a tilt of my head-"how tall are you?" She blinks in confusion. "Umm, about five and a half feet?" "Five and a half feet," I continue evenly. "The terrifying ability to kick a man's ass. Stunning smile. Ridiculously stubborn. Hair like molten silver. Quick to threaten me with a dagger." I smile down at her. "Should I go on?

Perhaps you may not need powers to be powerful.

I’m tired of writing from the villain’s perspective.

It’s the way he’s looking at me that suddenly makes swallowing seem like a struggle, breathing seem like a chore. I’ve never been looked at like it’s a privilege to be in my presence, an honor to hold my gaze, a gift to get a glimpse of me. Not until I met him.

Speaking of ass, how’s the view back there, Gray?

Just count the stars, Dena.

You know it’s not the words that bother me, it’s—” “It’s the meaning behind them,

In the end, it was all light and dark, loud and soft. I knew nothing but the memory of those I loved. One, a friend. The other, unfinished. And that alone is what I took with me into the next life. But I watched, warm and bright and high above. Just as he promised.

Go on, my Silver Savior,” he muses bitterly. “Be my undoing.

Falling is not what I do. No, I trip into love, unable to slow down long enough to question these feelings or the person I've dumped them on.

Damn the pretending. Damn the hiding. Damn everything but him and us and this moment where I need him.

In love with a girl I’d have bowed to long before she became my queen.

I love you. And I’ve been waiting to tell you since I realized your eyes are my favorite color and your freckles the only constellation worth looking at. I could lie—say that you’ve stolen my every thought and heartbeat like the thief you are, but all of me was already yours. Pae, you are my inevitable.

I wanted to kill you," I whisper, forcing his eyes to open. "I wanted to be your undoing. But even then, I knew I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I had." He inches toward me, head shaking and eyes roaming as though overwhelmed by what he is seeing. "Oh, but you are my undoing. My deliverance. my downfall disguised as a deity." Another slow step. "You are my ruin.

It was her I was meant to adore in this world and crawl to in the one after.

Everything beautiful, everything bold, everything breathtaking- that is what I feel in her gaze. That, and terrified. Terrified of what she is doing to me. She is a vision, a nightmare, a dream. A grim reaper clad in black, come to steal my soul and my heart. I've never seen something so beautiful, so bold, so blatantly wrong for me. She is a devil. She is a deity. She is a man's downfall in human form. She is my downfall. Then her eyes drift to Kitt. The connection snaps. And I'm left feeling empty besides the jealousy growing inside me. Why did I ever think I could have ever, ever think she would have me? Because beasts don't get the beauty.

She’s counting the stars. I break. All of me. Every inch of my being shattering at the realization.

Too stubborn to ask for my help, Gray?” “No,” I say coolly. “Too strong to need it.” His next words are murmured close to my ear. “That’s what I like to hear.

This life is sweet. Like honey.

Prove it,” I repeat, voice quiet. “Hate me enough to make me want you.” I cup her jaw, feeling her eyes burning into mine. “Ruin me.

This is not a goodbye, only a good way to say bye until I see you next

Thanks for picking the closest star, Dena.’ I take a shaky breath. Forty, forty-one, forty-two… ‘Looks like you’ll be around to keep me company.

Walking on a sharp blade and hoping I don't get cut. Playing with fire and hoping I don't get burned. Swimming in a dangerous current and hoping I don't drown.

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.

Your smile.” I cut him off before his offer can tempt me. “I like when you truly smile. When you’re not wearing the mask of the future Enforcer or the prince, and you simply allow me to see you. It’s a smile I wish you would share with me more often.

Call me anything you like. I’ll never pass up the chance to hear your voice, darling.

I would lose my life for you before finding something else worth living for.” His fingers weave into my hair, slide along the back of my neck. “You are my inevitable. In life and in death.

My pretty Pae, what have you done to me?

I’ve made him smile.

Don’t do that,” I breathe. “Do what?” I duck my head. “Ruin me.

So, what, you don’t think I could steal from you again without you noticing?” “I think that I notice everything you do. So, no.

She’s so stunning, yet so stubbornly oblivious to how the sunset behind dulls in comparison to the vibrance that is her.

My fingers find her chin and then I’m tugging her face back in my direction so I can look her in the eyes as I say, “I’m going to ask again. Who did this to you?

We are all waiting for someone.

Impress me, darling.

Perhaps in another life, I learn to love him from afar. And that is the most fearless thing of them all.

So, you just want me? No powers?’ ‘Yes. I just want you,’ she breathes, annoyed with me. My mouth twists into a crooked grin. ‘I knew you wanted me, Gray.

We were inevitably imperfect for each other.

I am more than willing to rip your dresses for you, Gray. To help, of course.” Kitt snorts while Kai smirks. “You only need to ask.” “Why ask when you’re so eager to offer?

I blame her for it. Blame her for cracking my carefully crafted mask, shattering it to pieces when she is around.

I smirk. ‘I knew you thought I was pretty.

Darling, I’d be in this bed beside you if my brother hadn’t slipped a ring onto your finger.

And when we arent partners anymore? Should I fear for my life?' "That would be wise, yes.

My thumb drags lazily over her bottom lip. “Does that mean I have to drag you into a closet every time I want to touch you?

Darling, I doubt that the sight of someone dying would affect me as much as you do alive and well.

If you die, I’m going to kill you.

So very vicious, that one.

I breathe in my bride. She tastes like my forever. We walk from beneath the willow’s canopy, hand in hand. King and queen. Shadow and Flame. Poet and muse.

My blood is only useful if it can manage to stay inside my body. My mind is only useful if it can manage to not get lost. My heart is only useful if it can manage to not get broken. Well, it seems I’ve become utterly useless, then.

I don’t regret it.” His words are a rush, a confession he’s clung to. “I don’t regret you, or what was between us. And I don’t regret kissing you on that roof. But I know I’ll regret what I have to do to you for the rest of my life.

She is a devil. She is a deity. She is a man’s downfall in human form. She is my downfall.

I didn’t realize you had watched me so closely.” “Watched? Darling, I’ve never stopped.” She meets my gaze as an emotion I can’t place ripples in those ocean eyes of hers.

Because the next time I lay a hand on you, I only ever want it to be in a caress,” he says softly.

I can’t seem to die, can I?” I wipe a loose tear from my eye. “What was it you called me?” I can see the exact moment recognition lights his face. “A cockroach,” he chuckles, head shaking. “You’re a damn cockroach, Princess.

You are the sweetest thing I have never tasted.” Another brush of his knuckles. “And I doubt I’ve craved anything more.

Take care of her for me,” she whispers atop his pale skin. “Take care of her, Mak.” I almost don’t hear her final, broken whisper. “See you in the sky.

What?” I grind out. She snorts. “Possessive, are we?” “I chained you to me. What do you think?

Book: Powerless Page: 220 Kai "im going to ask you again, who did this to you?" Pae "why do you care?" kai "bc i dont tolerate my toys being played with.

Terrified of what she is doing to me. She is a vision, a nightmare, a dream. A grim reaper clad in black, come to steal my soul and my heart.

I want to tell you a secret, but I’m scared of it.” He offers to say it for me. I nod. I notice what is hooked around his fingers, dangling from the hand beneath my knees. “You found my shoes!” He whispers the three-worded secret. “You found my shoes for me.” Another murmured declaration of devotion. Tears prick my eyes. “… you found my shoes for me.” He says he loves me. Again and again.

And just like that, I’ve picked which pretty prince to root for. Because it’s Kai who is destined for Paedyn, no matter how tragic their story. No matter the opposite roles they play in this life. But maybe things will be different in the next.

He’s looking at me like one would a painting—drinking in every detail, delighting in its originality, deeming it a work of art.

Quite the team, Death and I.

He is my fantasy. This is my reality.

She’s a flame, and I’m going to get burned. An ocean and I’m going to drown.

I wanted her to be formidable. Recklessly bold. Powerful despite ability." I stare at him, taking in each word. "I am none of those things," I whisper. He drops my hand to brush gentle fingers beneath my chin, raising my face up towards his. "You are much more than those things." "You overestimate me." "No. I just see you.

Plagues. Pretty boy. Pretty words.

I dip my head, hiding the twitch of my lips. Then I tuck our moment into that quiet part of my mind, right alongside the others. Just in case we never get the chance to share another.

Well, I would catch you, Dena, but it seems we’re going down together.

You're not just a mission to me. You're not just another enemy for me to find. You're something even more terrifying." Her voice is little more than a whisper. "And what is that?" "A need." We stare at each other, both surprised by the words that pushed their way past my lips. Sunlight is streaming through her hair, making her glow like something far too heavenly for me. "I thought you had found your courage," she says softly. I smile slightly. "Maybe I'm fine with being a fool. So long as it's for you.

She's bewildering as much as she is beguiling. That pretty mouth of hers says one thing, but those ocean eyes say another. She pulls a knife from my back only to say she'll bury another one there. She's confusing, captivating, and we're completely wrong for each other in all the right ways. She's a flame, and I'm going to get burned. An ocean and I'm going to drown.

I used to welcome the idea of drowning in those blue eyes of hers. But now, seeing the disdain she stares me down with, I realize that drowning alone wasn’t

Well, you’re not exactly the most encouraging person to be tied up with.” “Under different circumstances,” he pants, “I promise you I’m much more fun tied up.

And will you be beside me up there?’ ‘If I should be so lucky.’ ‘Promise me,’ she murmurs sternly. ‘I don’t want to be alone.’ I nod against her hair. ‘I promise, Dena.

Bury me…” Kitt takes several shallow breaths. Then he smiles. “Under the willow tree. I… I won’t be lonely there.

A ballad of betrayal, a sonnet of sorrow. I’m tired of writing from the villain’s perspective.

And where there is a flame, there is always a shadow.

And what was your title again? The Silver Saviour?" "Fitting. I know how much you like silvers.

An Ordinary who somehow survived their Purging Trials, committed treason, killed their king, and is still standing here before them, alive against all odds.

It's strange," he says quietly, his eyes scanning the crowded garden. "I haven't known her for long, and yet, I find myself wanting to know her for longer.

Every touch, every dance, every kiss disguised as a distraction was anything but. Because before I loved her, I longed for her. She was a want I wasn't worthy of. And I'm afraid I'll never get the chance to deserve her. Because now that I have her, I'm giving her away.

I admire the rose and its thorns. Even the prettiest things can bite.

Oh, I’ll still have my eyes on you when I’m drunk, darling. And that is exactly the problem.

Stop myself from falling in love with you!

But I refuse to be ashamed of my softness. Gentleness is the strength that fragility lacks.

This time, I do take a moment to memorize the smile he gives me. “I guess you’ll have to kiss me to find out.

Your hair could pass for moonbeams before it passes for gray.

Focus on the dimples you try to convince yourself you hate, even though I know you look for them every time I smile.

I’m hot and cold, yes and no, right and wrong.

Homes tend to hurt you the most.

Because the beast doesn’t get the beauty.

It seems in every instance, in every body, Kai Azer chooses Paedyn Gray.

Forget-me-nots because you always seem to be forgetting who I am." "You're the king of Ilya." "And who am I to you?" "My fool." "Don't forget 'cocky bastard'" "You wouldn't let me, even if I tried." "And you are forever my undoing, Paedyn Gray. Marry me, Pae. I'm already on one knee, but I'll get down on both and beg for you, if you like.

She’s unbearable, really. But not in the way that makes it any easier to look away. No, everything about her is a bold sort of beauty, like a rose proudly displaying its thorns. She’s alluring in the way that most deadly things are. It’s captivating.

Every girl deserves something as equally pretty and deadly as they are,

I never wanted this. Never wanted to be what I am today. But monsters are made, not born. And I had no choice in the matter. I have no choice in the matter.

This kiss is deep and anything but tender. It is betrayal. It is bitterness. And nothing has ever tasted so sweet. It is ruin.

But you… you’re the embodiment of everything I am not. And yet, here I am, crawling back to you as though I’ve left a piece of myself behind.” He slowly lifts a hand, and I hold my breath when his fingers run down a loose curl. “And it scares the shit out of me.

our little girl is a messy mixture of two strangers who fell in love.

I don’t know that I ever lived before lying eyes on the likes of you.

Perhaps in another life, I am brave enough to confess that I love him. Perhaps in another life, I learn to love him from afar. And that is the most fearless thing of them all.

She tasted like a privilege, felt like a dream.

When mist meets the deepest sea. When a Shadow faces its Flame. When inevitability meets its end. When I stare into the face of what it is I love most.

At least you kept your promise. You stayed alive long enough to stab me in the back.’ He laughs bitterly, remembering the attack after the first ball when I tended to his wound. ‘And now I promise to return the favor.’ His voice strains with emotion. ‘Run, Paedyn. Because when I catch you, I will not miss. I will not falter. I will not make the mistake of feeling for you.

She was my A. But she was his Dena.

There is such beauty in resilience, in the ability to laugh despite it all.

he looks at me with a reverence reserved for religion.

My other hand finds her waist, wrapping my arm around her back to pull her close. She feels so familiar in my arms, and I drink in every detail, memorize every movement.

She is still my mission, and I am still her monster.

Plagues, I love that sound,” he murmurs, making me fall silent. “I would tattoo it into my skin if it meant you’d laugh at me for doing it.

He makes me happy, for whatever absurdly odd reason. He’s not exactly a ray of sunshine, but perhaps something equivalent to moonlight. Mysterious and unnerving. Equally as beautiful, yet, soft enough to stare at.

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.

She is an intoxicating sort of exhausting, like running until you’ve lost your breath but enjoying the feeling all the while. And I feel as though I’ve been sprinting for days. Even worse, I fear that I am, in fact, beginning to enjoy her. What a terrifying realization, to admit one’s admiration for another.

They chose me to die. And all because I saved that prick of a prince.

This girl is the very thing I can’t seem to escape—can’t seem to go anywhere without the remnants of her following. Where I am, she is. Whether it’s in the flesh or in the fragments of my mind.

(Oh, I can bite. You only need to ask, darling.)

Her nose nudges mine, and I silently beg that she will never flick another’s. Her lips have only just brushed mine when the door flies open.

So slip it off.

Death is the only constant in my life, like an old friend who hones every one of my dark secrets into a weapon. He calls me weak and all I hear is Ordinary. He calls me doomed and all I hear is an earnest promise. His is the hand my bloody fingers reach for because there is comfort in his imminence.

No.” My voice is stern. “No, I’m sick of running. And I won’t spend the rest of my life doing it unless it’s you I’m running back to.” “Then I’ll spend the rest of my life tracking you down,” he says quietly.

This will be the rest of my life. Forced to love her from a distance. Mourn the loss of her each day. But I will. I will smother every emotion but the one that belongs to her. I will love her until I am incapable of the feeling. She is the torture I may not survive. Eagerly, she is my undoing. She was supposed to be my forever. Now I'll watch her become someone else's. Because the beast doesn't get the beauty.

The last thing I see is a shake of his head before the world flips upside down. I squeal when he throws me over his shoulder, hair dangling and face angled toward the now-muddy ring. “Did you sense that coming, Little Psychic?

Because I love you, Paedyn Gray. And I will happily spend the rest of my life trying to deserve you.” “I love you,” she says, suddenly stern. “And I will spend the rest of my life shouting it until even Astrum hears, because it is Death who should fear me if he ever tries to take you away.

Pretend," I whisper against his lips. I am recklessness incarnate. Until the very end. My mouth meets his. He tastes like longing. Like regret and relief. Like nothing matters but this moment. It's fervent, like a sinner's prayer. And maybe that is what this kiss is. Repentance.

He stole your smile,” she whispers, tears clinging to dark lashes. “No wonder you didn’t have one to give me.” Regret rams into me once again, her words a reminder of every missed opportunity to make her smile with one of my own. “I’ll find one,” I murmur. “Steal it back if I must. For you.” Her lips lift, eyes shining with tears. “And I’ll cherish it.

At least you kept your promise. You stayed alive long enough to stab me in the back." He laughs bitterly, remembering the attack after the first ball when I tended to his wound. "And now I promise to return the favor." His voice strains with emotion. "Run, Paedyn. Because when I catch you, I will not miss. I will not falter. I will not make the mistake of feeling for you.

I regret not buying that blue shirt from you, if only so I had your attention long enough to convince you that red suits you better. I regret not telling you how much I like it when you blow those bangs out of your eyes, or the way you clap after finishing a row of stitches. I regret smothering every smile you made me want to give you. And I regret not telling you the truth. But most of all, not saying goodbye.

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.

And let's pray they don't." I stuff the reins in his hands, suddenly too curious to steer. "I didn't peg you as the type to pray, Prince." I feel his shoulders shrug against my back. "I didn't used to believe in a God." "And now?" There is a long pause followed by a softening of his voice. "I found proof of a paradise." I glance over my shoulder to find his eyes already on me. "And what was that?" His gaze glides over my face and down the length of my braid. "You'll know when you see it.

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.