#rhysahd

First off, don’t swear to God around me. He’s not listening when I’m in the room.

-It took me a while but it’s finally finished!!😊😊-Feyre and Rhys!!!

The perfectly good car comes with a perfectly dangerous girl.

The water hears and understands. The ice does not forgive.

Humans were so circular; they lived the same slow cycles of joy and misery over and over, never learning. Every lesson in the universe had to be taught billions of times, and it never stuck. Maybe it was good that the world forgot every lesson, every good and bad memory, every triumph and failure, all of it dying with each generation. Perhaps this cultural amnesia spared them all. Perhaps if they remembered everything, hope would die instead.

I would have waited five hundred more years for you. A thousand years. And if this was all the time we were allowed to have… the wait was worth it.

As he slipped the lock into place again he realized his hand was trembling. He held up his shaky fingers where he could see them better and wondered at the equally weak flutter in his chest. Hope was a dangerous, disquieting thing, but he thought perhaps he liked it.

“To the people who look at the stars and wish, Rhys." Rhys clinked his glass against mine. “To the stars who listen— and the dreams that are answered.”