Of Flames & Fallacies (The Arterian #1)

by Courtney Whims

Perhaps death was crueler to those it left behind. To miss, and wonder, and long for. To hold all of those memories in the palm of your hand, desperate to not let them go, but painful to keep them all the same.

“Gods, I always want you. Every beat of my heart is a profession of what life you instill in me. The day I no longer want you will be the day I’m buried in the ground, far from feelings or thoughts. Because it’s you. Always you.”

“There could never be enough of you that I love. Until the sun rises in the south and sets in the north, I will always be yours.”