Michaela Nardone

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I wanted to cling to it—this urgent, desperate sense of life. I wanted to believe it would last forever. But I couldn’t help the sense that perhaps we were like two celestial bodies in the sky. Him arcing from mortality to divinity. Me, from death to life. The two of us colliding for only a few ephemeral moments, magnificent in their impermanence.
The Fallen and the Kiss of Dusk (Crowns of Nyaxia #4)
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