Great and Precious Things

by Rebecca Yarros

He was magnetic, which certainly repelled some, but never me. No, he drew me in like gravity, an undeniable, irrefutable force that anchored my world.

“Because letting someone do things for you, letting someone care for you, gives them power. Power’s not something I give away.”

We simply fit, like two halves of completely different shapes that somehow clicked and became whole and new.

“All great and precious things are lonely.”

I’d known by the time I was ten that the only world I wanted to live in was hers. To see the world in colors and light the way she did, to witness the way her hands created beauty from nothingness, knowing it was a direct representation of her own soul.