To the people that love love, the ones that yearn to love and be loved, to the ones that find beauty in the simplest things, to the ones who journey to places through words on the page—may that love that your yearn find you.
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Lily’s POV
I screamed into the pillow, muffled and low. The sound barely echoed in the quiet room, but it was enough to ease the knot in my chest. My face stayed buried, skin flushed from something deeper than embarrassment. Heat curled down my neck,
and into my arms, a strange warmth I hadn’t felt in a while.
My fingers tightened in the fabric. I kicked my legs up, giggling softly as the tension slipped away. Then I reached out again, groping until my fingers found the soft spine of the book. The one I’d flung in a flurry of emotion only moments ago.
My eyes
