To the ones whose hearts are open to love, who yearn to give and be held, who find beauty in small things,and travel far through words, may the love you’re seeking look up, see you glowing, and come running.

——

Lily’s POV

I screamed into the pillow, muffled and low. The sound barely echoed in the quiet room, but it was enough to ease the knot in my chest. My face stayed buried, skin flushed from something deeper than embarrassment. Heat curled down my neck,

and into my arms, a strange warmth I hadn’t felt in a while.

My fingers tightened in the fabric. I kicked my legs up, giggling...