“Felicity grabbed onto a broken roof beam for support. It was strange, standing in the middle of where the drawing room used to be, and seeing her broken bedchamber furniture occupying the same space. She wanted to cry every time… — Suzanne Enoch Copy Share Image
Love, is like a stubborn youth, that you'd rather just deny. I'm walking on a broken roof, while I'm looking at the sky. — La Roux Copy Share Image
