The Fabric of Our Souls

by K.M. Moronova

“You should wait… and it doesn’t have to be for anything specific. I’m just saying—wait for the weight of the world to pass. Wait until the tremors that wrack through your skull drift into the depths again. Wait until the sun rises, and the light makes you feel a little less pointless.”

“Hate takes a lot of effort.

“And why do you think you relentlessly crave this feeling, Waters?” Liam’s blue eyes flicker with pain. “Because it’s better than feeling nothing.”

Because I was never enough, I was never going to be the golden ticket into a life they craved. That’s when I first realized how cruel life could be. How easy it is to lose the love of my soul’s keepers.

The fabric of our souls is thin—we’ve been wandering this world just to unite in this small corner of the universe. Our connection is frightening and enchanting all at once.

“It is a bit morbid, isn’t it?” I say as I caress one of the dry petals. “I think it’s because it makes me happy to see something that was once so beautiful in life be just as pretty, if not more so, in death. Forever beautiful.”