“...And the way he does look at me makes me feel absolutely beautiful.”
“...And theway he does look at me makes me feel absolutely beautiful.”
“We're bein cut asunder, Lugh an me.BitBy bit.An it makes me think.It makes me wonder.Is this how he feels when he sees me with Jack? Do I look at Jack the way Lugh looks at Maev?Helpess.Throat bared.Hopeless.”
“The way he’s watching me makes me feel needed like no one’s ever been able to make me feel. In a way, he makes me feel necessary. Like my existence alone is necessary for his survival.”
“Does God love me? Yes, absolutely. But he doesn't exist for me.”
“Sean looks at me then, his eyes bright, in a way that makes me feel out of sorts. I glare back.”