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All religions want the same thing—salvation.
He stares at me for a beat longer, then faces forward again. “Over the course of human existence, your kind has come up with hundreds of thousands of words for everything imaginable, yet somehow none of you have figured out how to actually speak your mind.”
He turns to face me. “I am yours and you are mine, Miriam—” I quake at those words. “—but I am not like you, and you should never forget that.”
“Children grow up,” he says, “and tragic childhoods make the most vengeful of men.”
It’s hard to remember what you loved without also remembering what you hated.
“I don’t want to be awake when you’re asleep. Talking with you reminds me of how lonely it is to exist.”
“God didn’t send me a wife,” he says under his breath. “He sent me my reckoning.”
Lol !! I think my husband Shares this sentiment at least once a day 😂😅🤣
Loss is a wound that never heals. Never never never. It scabs over, and for a time you can almost forget it’s there, but then something—a smell, a sound, a memory—will split that wound right open, and you’ll be reminded again that you’re not whole. That you’ll never fully be whole again.
“I’m still human,” I murmur. I’m always going to be part of the problem in the horseman’s eyes. “Yes,” War says. “You are painfully human. Your bones want to break, your skin wants to bleed, your heart wants to stop. And for the first time ever, I am desperate for none of those things to happen. I have never known true fear until now.” The admission is so raw, so cutting, that I pull back from him a little, just to drink his expression in.
