“I didn’t cry, nor shed the merest of tears. I wouldn’t allow myself to. Though within, deep within, I was cradled in a little ball with my knees tucked into my chest, a puddle of tears surrounding me, as though I was a little girl who could not handle her emotions. That was true. I could not handle my emotions. Could not handle the weight of the world or the mass of Caspian Marks’ love.”
Book:Counting Stars