From Sand and Ash

by Amy Harmon

He too had risked everything, and he may have lost the only thing he would trade his immortality for.

Action was life, even if it ended in death.

With our hands, we reach for things we shouldn’t have and we grasp what isn’t ours. The way I have always reached for you.” She

If being with Eva meant his life was measured in minutes and hours instead of months and years, so be it.

Somehow, the hope is the only thing resistant to the fear, and it is that hope that makes the next breath possible, the next step, the next tiny act of rebellion, even if that rebellion is simply staying alive.