Grave Dissonance (Rhythm and Tempo, #3)

by Mila Crawford

I often would think about how easy it would be to just be dead. No noise, no pressure, no anger, resentment or pain, simply quiet darkness. Death sounded like paradise to me.

I know this feeling

“You tried to kill yourself?” Iggy asks, his voice a whisper. “No,” I say, shaking my head. “I simply wanted to stop the pain.”