Warm Up (Villains, #0.5)

by V.E. Schwab

Some people forget, he thought. A bad thing happens to them and their mind sweeps in and buries the bad thing deep, and all that’s left is a stretch of white in their heads, like fresh snow. Looking at it—at them—you wouldn’t even know anything was trapped beneath.

Are they the lucky ones? Maybe. At least they can forget. 😞

It didn’t catch fire. Nothing ever actually caught fire. No, it all simply burned.

He could see a life from here. Not his life, that was gone, but a life. It was time for a fresh start.

Fuck Eli for taking this chance away from him.