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Hope pieces together dreams out of broken glass only for reality to come and smash them all over again. Hope is the cruelest punishment of them all. Because without hope, I know: it’s not her, you fool. It can’t be. It can never be. Because I killed her.
“You remembered after forgetting, and that’s just as valuable as knowing the first time,”
The world will grab and pull at your humanity, try to strip you bare, but ultimately you decide whether to hang on or let go.
The second he touches me, a feeling rushes through me. Our hands fit together like a lock and key, but it’s more than that. He feels like home.
I’m just not sure what good he expected to come out of both of us being dead. Sometimes revenge is a long game and, as much as you want a small win now, the larger victory needs time to manifest.
Whoever said there’s no love without trust was deep in their cups. Of course there can be love without trust. Harmony without trust, however, is a different story.
Loving somebody is needing two hearts to live instead of just the one. You’re better off alone.
A thief, a strongman, a spy, an assassin, a nobleman, and an exiled prince add up to a ring of liars. Trust is a surefire way to wind up with a blade in your back.
But I remind myself that it’s not real pain—it’s a memory. But memories can cut like a blade.
And I don’t think that even a god king can stand against six people who’d kill and die for one another.
“Because I’d know you in this life and the next hundred.”
And I’d rather live a life caring and getting hurt than a life in fear.
