She could've looked at the tiny miracles in front of her: my feet, my hands, my fingers, the shape of my shoulders beneath my jacket, my human body, but she only stared at my eyes.
The wind whipped again, through the trees, but it had no force, no power over me. The cold bit at my fingers, but they stayed fingers.
"Grace,"I said, very softly. "Say something."
"Sam," She said, and I crushed her to me.

Maggie Stiefvater

Stichwörter: cute-sad-shiver

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