@EmilyMorgans someone is deaply in love "With her attention diverted to the page, he seized the chance to observe her unchecked. The curve of her cheek, still as perfect as in his dreams. The elegant line of her neck disappearing into the modest neckline of her gown. How many nights had these details haunted him? She’d always had graceful movements, like a dancer. He’d watched her ice skate in their youth, before everything went wrong. She’d glided across the frozen pond with such joy and freedom that he’d felt privileged just to witness it. Did ice still call to her in winter? Did that lower lip still bear the tiny marks of her teeth after a stressful day? In quiet moments, did soft melodies still escape her when she believed herself alone? And in the dark hours, when sleep proved elusive… did his name ever cross her mind? Did she curse it with the venom he so richly deserved?"