Broken Knight (All Saints High, #2)

by L.J. Shen

I didn’t want to kiss her. I wanted to zip open my skin and tuck her into me. Hide her from the world and keep her mine.

“My heart broke, not because I was sad, but because it swelled so much at the sight of you, I needed more space in it,”

Anxiety laced my legs like ivy, climbing all the way up to my neck.

I sometimes wondered what hurt more: Losing someone all of a sudden, like in a plane crash, or losing them piece by piece,

“You only get one life, Luna. One stab at this thing called happiness. Why deprive yourself of things you want just because they weren’t given to you the way you hoped for them to come? Life is like a book, a long chain of scenes threaded together by circumstances and fate. You never know how thick or thin your book is, so you better make the most out of every scene, enjoy each chapter.”

It occurred to me that when someone is dealing with something so profound as losing a loved one, perhaps instead of telling them everything will be okay—while knowing that for the foreseeable future it won’t—it would be better to ask for guidance on how to please them.