The Last Letter

by Rebecca Yarros

But I’m not the center of their universe. I’m more like their gravity.

“Sometimes you have to leave so you can know what it is you left. You don’t really value something until you’ve lost it.”

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.

Lies were intentional, inflicted pain for selfish reasons, and unforgivable.

Sometimes it feels like the world is caving in, and I’m the only one in the center, my arms outstretched trying to brace it. And I’m just so tired, Chaos. I can’t help but wonder how long I can hold it before we’re all crushed under the weight.

“I think I might be a little financially strained.” I was already there emotionally, physically, and mentally, so what did it matter to add one more thing to the ever-growing pile? You can’t over-drown a person. Once they’re underwater it doesn’t matter how much is above them if they can’t swim upward.

Chaos. I missed him with an ache that was almost irrational considering I’d never met him.

What the hell kind of body was that? How did a natural man have so many muscles, all hard and toned and cut in lines that seemed carved for a mouth? My mouth.

There’s no point rehashing things that have happened when we need to move forward.

One thing I’d learned in my decade serving in our unit was that if you acted like you belonged somewhere, most people believed you did. “It’s past visiting hours. Are you family?”

Although I couldn’t tell her, I loved this woman. I would take on armies for her, kill for her, or die for her. There was no truth greater than that, and no other truth that I could give her.

it’s not how you handle the wins that make you a good man, it’s how you handle the losses.”

Hope fooled you, gave you the warm fuzzy feelings just to yank them away again.

He might look all fluffy and frosted, but under the clothes he was devil’s food, period.

It’s wanting something that gets you into trouble. Wanting makes you discontent, when I need to be grateful for what I do have. I