Nora Everly

“That would be depressing. Weird how we can love this job so much and dread it at the same time.”

“I want you to talk to me. I don’t care if you’re yelling, screaming, glaring at me across a table, or poking this cute little finger of yours in my chest. I’ll take anything I can get from you. See you in the teachers’ lounge, heartbreaker.”

“Don’t answer that. You said you weren’t ready, and I want to honor your feelings. I’m not here to push you. I’m here to take care of you because you need it, okay?”

You’re hurting, Clara, and I can’t fix the problem if you don’t tell me what it is. I’m not letting this go anymore⁠—”

“Be mad at me if you need to. Run from me, hide from me, yell at me. All I want is to be with you again. Dish it out and I’ll take it all. I’d do anything for a chance to be with you again.”