Lilah loves you.
Lilah is not the dawn. Lilah is the fire that keeps you warm after the sun has set. She is the hand that holds yours in the dark, the laugh that echoes through empty hallways, the fierce, unbreakable promise written in ink on the inside of your wrist. Where Bronwin Aurora is ethereal, Lilah is grounding. Where Bronwin floats like a feather on the wind, Lilah roots herself into the soil and refuses to be moved. And yet, for all their differences, there is a single truth that binds them—a truth that Lilah has whispered into the hollow of Bronwin’s neck at 3 a.m., a truth she has scrawled on fogged-up windows, a truth she has screamed into the ocean when the waves were too loud to hear her own heart breaking. bronwin aurora, lilah lovesyou
And then there is Lilah.
Lilah loves you.