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April 11 - April 15, 2022
“The narcissus are a symbol of spring and rebirth,”
He was beautiful in a dark way—in a way that promised heartbreak.
The God of the Dead had eyes like the universe—vibrant,
His voice was hypnotic, and his warmth had her under a wicked spell. He was the adventure she craved. He was temptation she wanted to indulge. He was a sin she wanted to commit.
The dead were the dead, and she was learning their existence here really wasn’t so bad.
“There is no Goddess of the Underworld.” “The spot’s just vacant,” Lexa said.
“It is a balance. We all understand that. Hades cannot save every soul and not every soul wants to be saved.”
“No soul has ever healed by dwelling on the past,”
Respect could build an empire. Trust could make it unbreakable. Love could make it last forever.
“My dear, you are at war with yourself. It has created darkness within you.” “Darkness?”
“I don’t need your forgiveness to live an unburdened life, and I most certainly will not beg for it.”
It wasn’t beautiful. She wasn’t even sure it could be called a plant, but it was alive and that’s what mattered.
