The Ragpicker King (The Chronicles of Castellane, #2)

by Cassandra Clare

He felt weary of everything but Antonetta; he still wanted her, wanted to return to her. Having kissed her, touched her, how could he be able to return to a life in which he could do none of those things?

Bf goals af

“I have never trusted myself,” he said. “But I think, if you did—I could.”

Crying

People dying of thirst, when they were given water, sometimes drank until they died, unable to assuage the need that had become part of them. She could understand it now, how you could have something and still not have enough of it, ever.

I am actually dead now