"You want this one instead?" *This one* declared its wearer "Waxed and triple-vaxxed" in bold, neon pink letters. "Absolutely not."

"I'm not ready for this." She looks apologetic and scared and tiny, and he wants to give her a hug, even as she's speaking the truth of his own heart. (A Valentine's Day one-shot.)

He looks like summer. He looks like freedom. He looks like the best kind of bad idea.

"It's the first time I realize that for all of the significance boy-Edward holds in my past, man-Edward is a stranger to me. The thought is at once liberating and heartbreaking, and I don't know what to do with it: how do you forgive someone who no longer exists? How do you hold a man accountable for a boy's carelessness?"