The Darkest Part of the Forest

by Holly Black

“I am not trying to dishonor your sister, although it is possible that I am hoping to have sex with her,”

And then Hazel understood. Ben was taking her through the storm of grief. He was singing her through the rage and despair. He was singing her through the terrible loneliness, because there was no way to shut off grief, no way to cast it aside or fight against it. The only way to end grief was to go through it.