Bronwin Aurora, Lilah Lovesyou __top__ Page

And then there is Lilah.

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

Lilah loves you.

Bronwin, for her part, feels it. Of course she feels it. How could she not? Lilah’s love is not the kind you miss; it is the kind that drowns you, fills every corner of your being until you forget what it was like to be empty. Bronwin feels it in the way Lilah looks at her across a crowded room—like she is the only person in existence, and everyone else is merely a shadow. She feels it in the way Lilah remembers the small things: the name of her childhood pet, the way she takes her coffee, the song that makes her cry every time. She feels it in the way Lilah’s hand finds hers under the table, in the way Lilah’s voice drops to a whisper when she says her name. And then there is Lilah

Lilah loves you.