Where the Light No Longer Follows (Blue Fairytales, #3)

by Wendy Heiss

“I wasn’t a memorable existence.

Her body had started rotting before she’d died. She’d already been a corpse before the night she’d died, and the house she had lived in had always been her grave. It was since then she knew men were not beyond desecrating graves, that they were not even trusted with the dead.

I-

Silene wanted to vanish. She wanted her being to be erased from existence. She longed to feel herself disappear, to suspend into nothingness, to be so light from memories and existence itself that time would carry her so easily afloat into someplace where she was between nowhere and nothing.

“To keep living is a burden when you find no meaning in it, to keep watching years go by as you rot away body and soul with the only thing that could hurt you intact all the way through. If I’d lost my mind, it might have been easier.

Silene did not know who she was without pain, and she was afraid

She had been nothing. A rock had mattered more than her. A rock would have sold for more than her. She. Had. Been. Nothing.