Glass and Bone (The Diadem Book 1)

by Celaena Cuico

I am too much of a realist to allow myself to hope.

I wasn’t a willing participant, but I was a participant nonetheless.

I can’t let this break me. I can’t let this be my story. What happens from here on out will either paint me a victim or paint me as someone who is strong and resilient. While I want the latter to be true, all I feel is victimized.

I want the feeling of him inside me, taking everything away, to dissipate. I just want it all to fade away and be forgotten. I just want it to be over, but healing isn’t that easy.

“It is not a negative thing to strive to be more knowledgeable,

“You don’t have to lie to me, and you don’t have to be okay. It’s alright to need some time to wrap your head around everything.”

Any emotion you feel after you lose a parent is justified.”

“The moment you ran into me in the woods, I knew you would be my downfall. I knew I was going to love you one way or another.

“Agreeing to something means nothing if no was never an option.

you have made this promise before. I cannot trust what I don’t see.”

“He looks at you like you are the only person in the world.”

I feel nothing anymore.”

I can’t find it in myself to feel anything. If I let myself feel, it’ll break me. Too much has happened. I have endured too much. I can’t go through anything else. So if I don’t allow myself to feel, to do anything, then I won’t get hurt again.

Today I feel nothing. Today I am numb, and I think I’d rather like to be numb forever.

Numb. I just want to be numb.

A piece of myself. My dignity, my self-worth, all gone as he consumes me. As he steals what is left of my soul and claims it as his own.