Mia Sheridan

Because doing it made me feel like you were coming back, like you’d be home soon.

love was all about learning to speak a person’s language.

You brought the silence,

The most beautiful sound I’d ever heard,

Because it was where you were.

And now you’ve taken it away.

Only you, only ever you.

"You're not, like, an axe murderer or something, are you?"

Archer Hale raised his eyebrows and pointed down the slight incline to where he had left his axe, stuck in the stump. I looked down at it and back at him.

"Right," I whispered. "The whole axe-murderer thing doesn't really work if you don't have your axe."

That same miniscule lip quirk

I stepped forward and his eyes widened slightly, but he didn't move. I wrapped my arms around him and held him tightly. He didn't wrap his arms around me, but he let me hug him.

I CAN SPEAK. I JUST LIKE TO SHOW OFF MY NICE PENMANSHIP

that you being funny?"

Well, you might want to work on that."