“And you?” she demanded. “You must give up what you value most to break the curse. How can that work when it’s freedom you prize most highly?” “It was, Luzia. For a very long time. But curses are cruel.” She felt as if she’d thrown herself off a cliff. For a moment she had the illusion of flight. His words were wings and she was carried by their meaning, by the elation of being wanted in return. She was what he treasured. She was what he valued most.
I’m going to fucking kill myself. Idk why I thought this time that Leigh’s work wouldn’t be so devistating but clearly I was fucking wRONG
