Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre
Ann Aguirre is an American author of speculative fiction. She writes urban fantasy, romantic science fiction, apocalyptic paranormal romance, paranormal romantic suspense, and post-apocalyptic dystopian young-adult fiction...
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CountryUnited States of America
men want realizing
Men always want to be remembered whereas women realize that requires being dead.
mind i-can ifs
If you don't tell me what's on your mind, I can't guess
hero fighting thinking
We find heroes, not on battlefields, but in hospitals that tend the injured. Sometimes I think it’s easier to fight than it is to heal.
people trying answers
People try to make sense of things, and if they don’t know the answers, they make them up,because for some, a wrong answer is better than none.
missing sometimes
Sometimes I miss the old me.
pain distance glasses
We stand a professional distance apart, as if I can’t feel his pain screaming in my head. Mine amplifies his; they share a joint sound—that of glass breaking—until they swell to a crescendo that deafens.
knows
You don’t know what it’s like to be alone until you’ve had someone inside your head.
truth secret exposed
Once exposed, a secret loses all its power.
cutting perfect despair
Time is fluid, so the moments where everything feels perfect pass in a wink, and those where you're on your knees in despair drag on like the death of a thousand cuts.
lying fighting skills
My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.
opportunity thinking people
Most people can’t stomach silence; it provides too much opportunity to think about things they prefer to avoid.
taken bye people
I’ve lost so many people. Some I left on purpose and never looked back. Some were taken from me, and I never said good-bye.
eye winning want
If I ever win you," he said, anger bright in his pale eyes, "it will be because you want me more. Not because he's gone. I'm nobody's second best.
moving past way
Sometimes the past needed to stay buried; it was the only way you could move on. And sometimes you had to dig it up, because that too was the only way.