At the End There Was You (Blue Fairytales, #1)

by Wendy Heiss

“It is but the simplest. Effortless. Certainly, something we think of often, but we do not indulge it unless the nights are long or suddenly our skies feel grey or our heart feels empty. The thought of death is passing. Happiness is passing, too, but we chase it. Persistently. Constantly. We dream of it. Though we dream of death, too, but not because we want it.” She chewed on her lip. “Unless it is one of the above again. It does that—death does that, it chases us instead, even if it is in our dreams. And when we wake up, we decide to not think of it. But if it was happiness we dreamed of, we recall it, share it with others, laugh at it or daydream it over and over until that dream remains like a sock with a hole that we often see at the bottom of our drawer but are reluctant to throw even though socks with holes can’t be used much.”

What in the actual frick are you talking about??? I thought this was a cutie novella stop making me think