“All his life, he has been as strong and tall as an oak tree, towering over the world. She sees through the canopy of leaves and the protective layer of bark that surrounds him. She sees the new green shoots of growth curling towards the light, and the way his roots reach towards stability. All his life, he has needed to be strong, but with her, he can be vulnerable. Underneath the soil, their roots tangle together, like two hands reaching out.”
Book:Twelve Midnight