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shrouded
Fearing the shadow of death with each breath is an agonizing countdown that leaves you exhausted and saps your will to fight until its echoing whisper fades into an icy silence that deprives you of everything.
one way or the other I had to die. It was my fate, and who was I to defy it?
We’d once been inseparable, but then—I don’t know how or when—it was like something between us had changed. I couldn’t explain what, even to myself. One thing, however, had never changed: what I felt for him.
Like a mystical connection, it drew me to him and wouldn’t let go.
The moment seemed to last forever, long enough for me to touch the stars and return. The intensity of his eyes had torn me from the world, connecting me to him with an invisible cord, making me unaware of anything but him. I couldn’t break free, even if I wanted to.
snapped the invisible cord connecting us.
reproach in his voice.
freed from an ominous presence.
upsetting my mental equilibrium and blurring the line between reality and illusion.
catalepsy?
My instinct was telling me to run while something else was forcing me to stay.
Shyness is a lasso that binds the wings each of us has. Only if you untie it can you fly.
Rise up and gather the brightest stars
Because losing someone you love is always unbearably painful.
It was so strange how fast you could go from walking on a cloud
to sinking into the deepest despair. But life doesn’t always ask you what you think is fair.
Just a few hours ago I’d felt I was living a dream, but then it had turned into a nightmare.
I’d discovered that it was truly agonizing to mean nothing to someone who meant everything to you. I could only rely on the healing power of time, hoping it would help me forget
It was strange, but I wanted to bask in the illusion that his kindness to me actually meant something.
No one had ever taught me to handle certain emotions, and I had the scars to prove it.
And now that I was the one who needed help, I felt terribly alone.
It looked like I’d found out for myself why people say love is blind, because no matter how much my instinct insisted, my heart remained untarnished by doubt.
all things considered, it was for the best: a soul had been reclaimed rather than lost.
Could fate be any more merciless?
Life on Earth is only borrowed time. We need to appreciate the time that’s given to us, because ultimately we have to give it back.
Two lives would be cut short: that of a human and that of an Angel who was desperately in love with her.
Just because you can’t see something doesn’t mean it’s not there.
“That’s only because you’ve never seen yourself through my eyes,” I whispered.
“Thauma,” I whispered, gazing at her. “It means ‘thing of wonder.’ The ancient Greeks used it to describe something unique. Like you are to me.”
“Samam,” I whispered. So do I.
wasn’t Ancient Greek, but the world’s
It didn’t matter if my brain said it wasn’t real; my heart had experienced those sensations. And that was enough for me.
If you let them look into your eyes for longer than a few seconds, you’re letting them see inside you, bond with you.
epis-numa. It’s a tiny region of the brain that mortals don’t even know they have.
reminding me how bitter real life was.
Secrets are dangerous.
One was noble in spirit or not noble at all.
