Where Broken Wings Fly (Briar Valley, #1)

by J. Rose

Life is nothing without suffering.

Pain doesn’t always make sense. Sometimes, it just… is.

“You’re human,” he whispers. “Being human doesn’t make sense.” “What do you mean?” “We mourn things that don’t exist and chase dreams that will never materialise. We cry when we’re happy and laugh when we’re sad. Our whole existence is imperfect.” “That makes us sound ridiculous.”

Words aren’t needed. Silence offers more comfort

“You’re wrong. I’m broken.” “Broken wings can still fly. You are living proof of that.”