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“I’ve been the master of Hell from the beginning, since before it was known as Hell,” he began, a strange double-timbre quality to his voice. “I have seen all the worst monsters that humanity has thus far produced. Yet the monsters who prey on children remain among the vilest.”
Yell it for the people in the back!
Seeing herself as unimportant was safe. Unimportance was safe, being a disappointment was safe. There were no expectations, no standards, no more pedestals to fall from.
Relatable honestly
“You are lovable,” Lily said gently but firmly. “You are lovable. You always have been, and you always will be inherently—that means ‘naturally’—easy to love. Despite what happened to you in your mortal life, you are not easy to hurt. You are not easy to leave behind.”
We all need to hear this. Parents tell your kids this!!
My beloved son… He’d had to stop, tears blurring his eyes so that he couldn’t read. He could hear him, his voice as deep as Bel’s but with a slightly different tone and an older pattern of speech. Memories long repressed swam to the surface, sparked by those three words. My beloved son. Spoken through laughter because Bel had successfully pranked him. My beloved son. Spoken with exasperation after he’d been told Bel flew through the tower window. My beloved son. Spoken with such pride whenever Bel mastered a new maneuver or was promoted. My beloved son. Spoken quietly and softly as he’d tucked
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Excuse me I just need a minute 😭
They met in front of the scar on the wall, their bouquets dwindled down to a few flowers each. Bel looked exhausted, but there was peace in his eyes. Lily took his flowers and joined them with her own, then set them on the ground in front of the scar. “For the ones we don’t know to mourn,” she said hoarsely. “For the ones we don’t know to mourn,” he murmured. Bel slipped his arm around her, pressing his nose to her hair and letting out a long breath. Bel’s rite—their rite—was done.
Mourning is an act of healing
