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“We might be Destroyers and not fancy Creators, but as women, for once, instead of taking a life,
we could create one. Why would we ever deny that from ourselves?” Ioanna grumbled.
One that I could no longer deny, that I no longer wanted to deny. A simple truth. I was in love with Finnleah. Deeply, wholeheartedly, entirely.
I wanted her completely. Her heart, her soul, her body. I craved all of her. Nobody else but her. All of her for me.
I was glad her fiancé was dead. I would gladly burn them all—the good and the bad—if it meant I could keep her by my side.
didn’t care anymore if the Glide would show up right now; if it would shred my flesh into ribbons, because even then, it wouldn’t be as painful as watching him walk away.
I should’ve said fuck you too and yet, here I was, hoping to get so fucking drunk that I wouldn’t be able to walk down to her tent and beg on my knees for her to give me another chance. To beg her to love me, because I needed her so desperately that I felt like my lungs collapsed onto themselves at the thought of living without her presence.
“I don’t think I can ever get used to it. It feels like my heart has been dunked in burning acid and then stabbed repeatedly, and then cleaved into a million pieces. And the only way to stop it is to have her here, by my heart, in my arms... It’s pure fucking agony.”
As she knelt near him, as she embraced him, as she cried for him. She abandoned everything for him. Him. Not me.
want you to know that I choose love over fear. I choose future over past. I choose hope over despair. And I choose you, Gideon.”

