Avalon Tower (Fey Academy for Spies, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

Some people die of a heart attack. Some scream in agony as their insides melt. Some turn to dust or freeze solid. But the end is the same.

I’m always the one who picks up the pieces. I take care of things when everyone falls apart around me. I live in the shadows, trying to make things go smoothly. And who comes to help me in the night when I’m sick and can’t breathe? When I’m calling for help, and there’s no answer?

I felt this in my soul

It felt like I’d been raised in the dark, and for the first time, I had sunlight on my skin.

You have to die when it’s your time, and no one else can do it for you. That means you need to live for yourself, too.”

I clean up messes. It’s what I do. I keep people calm, happy, and safe. I’m a balm to soothe panic and rage and bare feet pierced with broken glass. I’m a blanket of fog to cool a sofa burning from a lit cigarette. I smile at the police when they come to the door, and I get them to leave happy.

I’m not mentally well enough to address how much I relate to this lol