4 Quotes by S.P. Wayne

Desperately and immediately, he wanted them to be happy. May they be deeply in love, forever and ever, ex cetera, amen. At least if it was true love then the choking feeling in Axton's throat wouldn't be in vain. He could lose out to a grand and staggering love. His pain would be worth it if their love was the kind that time itself would stand still for, the type that made angels weep.

If this was the price of benefits, it was too high. He wanted his friend back, because that was a man worth taking an avalanche for.

'Now you're uncomfortable?' Leander smirked, 'After all that?' 'That's different,' Axton said, sitting up and pulling a pillow to his chest, unconsciously hiding. 'Fine,' Leander said, rolling his eyes, 'You have these stupid gold eyes, something something, I love looking into them, PS: fuck you. Is that better?'

The formless aching hunger that suffused his being wasn't there like it used to be. There was something sharper in it, like the great creeping cloud inside him had found claws.