Ocupation: Writer
Life: b. November 18, 1981
Birthday: November 18
"Grace," I said, my vision swirling now because of her blood smeared across my wrists, "Can you hear me?" She nodded then stumbled to her knees. I knelt beside her; her eyes were huge and afraid and my heart was breaking. "I'll come find you, I said. "I promise I'll come find you. Don't forget me. Don't-don't lose yourself."
source: "Linger". Book by Maggie Stiefvater, 2010.
topic: Heart, Eye, Blood, Her Eyes, Don't Forget Me