" Do you know how beautiful you are? And not just this.” He traced his finger along my jawline, the tip of his thumb brushing my bottom lip. “You’ve got this old soul, and it’s serene and hushed and reminds me of the smell when it’s storming outside.”
“Mallory.”
Because that was all the world was to me from that point on.
Mallory. "

― Nash Summers , Arrows Through Archer