Us Deadly Few (Us Dark Few, #2)
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“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?”
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She used to think friends were people you felt comfortable with. But she believed friends were the ones who silenced your doubts.
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Khalani found kinship with the wind. She too wanted to be everywhere. Unseen. Significant.
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I hate war. War would never happen if the people in charge had a playdate and talked about their feelings.
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She didn’t know how to give up on anyone except herself.
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She used to find peace in the darkness, but something in the night made her eyes dart around. The silence grew louder, prickling her skin. The shadows seemed to stare at Khalani. She could hear their demented whispers, and her shoulders tensed, sensing invisible hands reaching out to grab her.
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Nothing had ever truly encapsulated the magnificence that now floated above her. The sun had always been the focus of her dreams, but the moon was entirely different. Entirely her. Slightly cold. Emerging only in the dark. Often overlooked. It appeared small but held a might that rivaled the world.
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The moon could tell the sun all about her bad decisions later.
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“Remember this, Khalani. 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.”
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It reminded her of an important lesson. One she’d been close to forgetting. There were far more good people in the world than there were bad. It didn’t always seem that way because evil tended to be louder. But hope resided in the quiet moments.
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The crumbling walls of her home were built upon grief. The uneven floors were scattered with heartbreak. And the patchy ceiling had been battered by disaster.