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“Two broken people will either fit together perfectly, or destroy each other beyond repair.” UNKNOWN
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.
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.
“Music has a way of healing the shattered pieces hidden inside us. With each note, it mends the jagged edges of our soul, filling the crevices with a harmony no words can describe. The melody spreads a soothing balm to suppress our aches, frustration, and emptiness and replaces it with a symphony that allows our soul to take flight. Now, close your eyes and listen. Surrender to the rhythm pulsing under your skin—" My eyes fluttered closed. “—and let the music set you free.”
Trust was like a snowflake, a beautiful fragile crystal. Each one unique and rare, but if it broke, it was impossible to put back together.
The energy to talk fled, and I leaned onto a crate to rest. Or maybe it was just the thought of leading a rebellion. I had spent weeks fighting for my life. Humiliated. Tortured. Honestly, I just wanted peace.
Stand tall, be brave, and fly. But . . . what if I failed?
“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.” I mean . . . that is progress.
I only wished you to know that it wasn’t the queen that captured my heart but the brave prisoner who refused to cower or bend to my will. 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.”
You, my muse, are the notes that beat in my heart—music so wonderful that I’m too greedy to share with the world. There is a melody in each of your smiles, when you wake in the morning, and when you laugh unexpectedly. But most especially when your lips are on mine—for that one is the most exquisite of all.”
In the starlight, sunshine, or even in the dusky shadows—it didn’t matter where we were as long as we were together.
