Where Broken Wings Fly (Briar Valley, #1)

by J. Rose

“Who did this to you?”

here we go

“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.”

Some things in life don’t get easier with time. The wounds scab over, but never fully heal.

“You’re wrong. I’m broken.” “Broken wings can still fly.

I’ve come to realise that life is fleeting. Nothing is guaranteed in this world. All we have is this moment.”