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For anyone who has ever been told their spark shouldn’t burn so bright and for all the people who loved them precisely because it did.
He was once again a marble-carved statue—pretty to look at, impossible to know.
“How did you know she wouldn’t reject you?” “I didn’t. But I eventually decided the chance of her saying yes was worth the possibility of her saying no. To be able to call her my girl—that was worth any risk.”
We never needed to see all of each other to love all of each other.”
I had to admit, I was impressed by her singular focus. She didn’t try to talk me out of it, nor did she treat me like my mortal blood made me too weak or too ignorant to understand the risks I was taking on. Unwise as my choice might be, she was determined to respect it.
War is death and misery and sacrifice. War is making choices that will haunt you for the rest of your days.
If this was the kind of killing that war required—I wasn’t ready. And I never would be.
After every push, I felt deflated and entirely drained, convinced I couldn’t possibly give it another try, couldn’t possibly find one remaining ounce of effort in my weary, exhausted soul—but each time, the voice inside of me roared to life and unlocked some new cavern of defiance deep within.
