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Because appreciation rarely comes until what you thought would never leave is gone forever.
So, she let everything go the only way she knew how… Khalani clenched her fist and punched him directly in the face.
“I already keep an eye on you while you sleep.” “Sounds unhealthy,” she deadpanned. “Probably.” “And psychotic.” “Stop with the compliments.”
“Even those who feel the most can feel empty. Do you want to know what it means to be alive? It’s not perfection. It’s not being okay all the time. It’s having fears. Feeling like you aren’t good enough. Trying every day to be better. Your tears reflect how beautifully imperfect you are. What could be more human than that?”
“What if I’d rather share your pain than have you bear it alone?”
He was everywhere. Beneath her skin. Sliding through her thoughts. In every breath she took.
No person is more deserving than another. You can’t control where or who you’re born to. You can’t control your luck. All you can do is recognize your privileges and strive to be better than those who came before you.”
Fears aren’t always so bad. They remind you of everything you have to live for.”
Repeat after me: Your enemy threatening to maim others on your behalf is psychotic and troubling, not attractive.
Did she have a sign on her back that read, ‘Accepting male companions: Only those who avoid therapy?’
If we were meant to be alone, we wouldn’t have been given two hands. One to sustain me, the other to cherish you.
“I know you have the biggest heart, because in another story, I would’ve wanted you to be my ending.” Takeshi didn’t speak for the longest time. The old Khalani would’ve regretted those words the moment they left her mouth, but she didn’t. Her feelings reminded her that she was still human. And like a candle flickering in the dark, Takeshi let his bleeding heart spill on the floor next to hers. “In another story, you would’ve been my beginning.”
“Don’t mind him,” she added. “He was punched in the head when he was younger, so he doesn’t talk much. The irritability is permanent, I’m afraid.” Takeshi ever so slowly swiveled his glower to her. One made of fire and retribution.
And death rode behind him like a pair of wings.
