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“You always have a choice.” But did I really believe that? To myself, I muttered, “You just have to be willing to fight for it.”
“Fear is not weakness. It reminds us that we are human—with limitations. We are not gods. But, instead of hiding our fear, what if we faced it? For in facing what makes us afraid, we become stronger.”
What’s a rodeo?
The right corner of his mouth tipped up and he gave me a wink. I almost dropped my tray.
It felt like playing God.
I shouldn’t feel anything but rage and bitterness toward the boy who stole my childhood. Who plagued my present and threatened to steal my future.
And then, through the writhing mass of bodies, I saw a flash of dark red hair. Like my own.
I might have been beaten but I wasn’t beat.
Stars above, I was doomed.
As my trembling fingers clenched the cold, hard doorknob, I began the silent chant—a habit birthed from ten years of abuse. You cannot break me. You cannot break me. You cannot break me.
“I need to get out of here, Freedom,” I whispered in her ear. “I think I’m finally breaking.”
I hated being right.
An angry Bren was far better than a funny Bren. Or a sad Bren.
We had come full circle in this game of lies and bitterness, betrayal and revenge.
I wasn’t in Heaven. More like hell on Earth.
“I want you to remember something very important, Lune. Your scars are beautiful. You are beautiful, and not just on the outside. Your scars have made you strong—so strong. And that’s what I see. Strength.”
Warning, warning: playing with fire!
Soon you will climb those mountains, and no wall will stop you.”
In the story, the witch put a spell on a prince and lured him away, in the process breaking the heart of a red-haired mermaid girl. The poor girl watched helplessly as he walked out of her life without a single look back.
The price of letting others in was pain. Because caring hurt.
“Those with less find joy in little things, Mr. Bearon.”
I was lighter than air, yet I knew I was drowning.
The path to greatness required pain.
Not when I realized that the price of freedom was betrayal.
In a chaotic world, the calm live long.”
“But don’t you see? Trapped in this city, I die a little every day. How is that living?” “You have me. And Asher and Iris. You’re not alone, little bird, and that’s what you continually fail to see.”
I was swimming in fear every second of every day,
I ran like fear had given me wings.
I faced my fear and destroyed it.
