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Though stolen bliss is little more than smothered chaos.
Death is familiar to me, both friend and foe, and far too frequent in my life. But for her, Death is devastation, no matter its victim.
This girl is the very thing I can’t seem to escape—can’t seem to go anywhere without the remnants of her following. Where I am, she is. Whether it’s in the flesh or in the fragments of my mind.
Does death divulge deep-rooted devotion? I can’t seem to differentiate grief out of love and guilt out of the lack thereof.
“You can’t overestimate something that is infinite.”
“Traveling is only fun when you’re constantly trying to escape.”
But I’m tired of breaking. Tired of having to lug around pieces of myself that I’m too tired to fit back together.
“You cannot be nothing when you are everything to someone else.”
Blood and duty run deeper than hatred.”
“When a father loves you, you don’t feel the need to go looking for another one.”
“Short hair. Ocean-blue eyes. Twenty-eight freckles. And”—I pause, examining her with a tilt of my head—“how tall are you?”
That scar is a testament of your strength. A testament of who you are, not what.”
“I may be a monster, but if you cut me, I’ll bleed. And if you break my heart, Pae, you’ll break me. So, if even a sliver of your soul longs for mine, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to deserve it.”
He is my anchor, and I am willing to sink, so long as it is with him.
