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Death was the lie that kept me alive.
Stand tall in adversity and hold steadfast to truth amidst the lies, for courage isn’t freely given but earned by facing the battle head on.
Fear was a fine-tipped sword if wielded by the wrong hands.
That sobered me up. I am in control. They have no power over my emotions.
We didn’t have strength or elemental powers. What we had was ever more precious—we conjured hope. And hope in the right hands could be just as powerful as an Enchanter’s flame.
There was something about him, like a wild animal lost and alone. He lashed out because that was all he knew how to do. But when I showed him kindness, he responded in kind. My heart clenched. He needed someone too.
“Sadness isn’t weakness. In fact, some would say it’s a strength because it’s one step closer to empathy. It can help you understand your enemy.
“Oh! Think of plucking an apple from its tree and then choking on its fruit. Is it the tree’s fault because it grew the apple? Or is it yours for eating too quickly?”
“It’s okay. If I have to go back—" “Stay with me.” It wasn’t a command, but a plea. “I don’t want to be alone anymore. Please.” And just like that, I passed the point of no return as the final wall around my heart crumbled.
You have to be brave and take the step for change on your own.”
How could I possibly love him so quickly? Barely a week’s time, but the situation between us had entwined us so closely that I was aware of him, his mannerisms and emotions, as if they were my own. I longed for his freedom as much, if not more than, my own.
“There aren’t enough words to say how much I will miss you. How does one say goodbye to food, water, or air? I need all these things to live . . . just like I need you.
I knew in an instant, whatever scrap of affection you’d give me, I’d take it gladly. But my heart?” He pounded a fist on his chest. “It wasn’t happy with scraps. It wanted every smile, every argument, and every caress as if I’d die without it.”
“No more stabbing people. Promise?” He sucked in a breath. “I can’t. If it’s between your life and someone else’s—I’m always going to pick you. But I’m willing to not stab anyone if they’re not threatening you . . . unless you want me to.”
He understood me in ways nobody had before. We were the same—monsters that only wanted to be loved.
You opened my eyes and made me feel things I didn’t understand . . . sometimes I still don’t. But I want to. So I can keep listening to music only you can sing into my soul, the melody that healed me in ways no other has.”
