After every rainfall there's a rainbow because rainbows are a promise. A promise that there will always be a light in the darkness. That's why they are too beautiful to overlook.' His hand crept along my cheek, brushing away the fallen strands of my hair. The same strange look came over him, as if he wasn't present at all, but somewhere else, in a strange memory. You, Norah, are our light.I swallowed hard. Where's the darkness?His eyes were trained, like he was under a spell, unable to move away or stop looking at me. Where you aren't.
~ Angela Parkhurst
