Swordcrossed

by Freya Marske

Love was a sword with two edges.

“I want to tell you everything real about myself, because when you look at me like that I can almost believe you’ll like me anyway. All of me. Even the parts that aren’t—drama, and swords, and my hair, and the fact that I can make you laugh.”

“Cruel is when you decide that what someone wants doesn’t matter, just because you want them and you think that means you’re owed something.”

Matti could have told her that holding anything at arm’s length was the most tiring of all.