The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

The worst thing about going through so much in such a short time? You can’t afford to feel anything about…anything, or you end up feeling it all. And that’s what got you into trouble.

“She looks like such a docile little thing. You’d never guess she’d be capable of ripping someone apart.” “She’s like any other woman in that regard, ma’am.”

“Sometimes bad things happen. And there’s no blame to be placed. You can’t reason with the universe, no matter how sound your logic is.

We are imperfect people made that way by an imperfect world, and we don’t always get a say in what shapes us.

The sun came up in defiance of my grief. Uncaring that my world had ended last night, it was determined to move forward.