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Yo nunca te voy a dejar.

♡⁠ And then two hands covered her face again and she felt a form loom 'round her and she could smell James's aftershave filling her nose all dark and delicious and his breath brushed her cheek as he leaned in close to her ear. “Very soon, Evans,” he said. ♡⁠

Te adoro un montón, chiquita intelectual. 

I was dead for ages, Davina Claire, and only then did I feel alive again.

Supe que la quería cuando el arte me hacía extrañarla; cuando las pinturas de amantes me la recordaban; cuando cada escultura se asemejaba a ella; cuando los lirios de Monet reflejaban sus ojos y el amarillo de Van Gogh era idéntico a su esencia.

Always a prodigy, never a child. 

I'm just a tortured poet.