Where Broken Wings Fly (Briar Valley, #1)

by J. Rose

Fuck knows why I’m spilling my soul among unharvested crops to a woman I’ve known for a matter of weeks. Willow is little more than a stranger to me. Somehow, there’s comfort in that. She can’t judge me like my family can.

Let me hold you. When you wake up screaming, I’ll be there. I’ll fight your demons for as long as you need me to.” “Do you promise?” Willow whimpers. “I swear on my fucking life. No one will ever hurt you again.”

“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.”