Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

“You could protect her.”

i’m sat 🪑

that our mindsets had infinite power over our lives.

She’d say humans are made up of energy, and that energy has a certain magnetism to it that attracts both what we fear and what we desire, and it was up to us to reflect the kind of life we wanted to the universe so it would be able to deliver.

Touch has a memory. O say, love, say, What can I do to kill it and be free?

Yet, like a moth to a flame, I chase his heat.

For a moment, I’d rather drown in them than resurface.

Maybe Hades was lonely too, and he brought Persephone to his realm because he knew she’d bring the light with her.

I’ve seen many works of art in my lifetime, all different variants of the term, but I’ve never seen any as breathtaking as her.

Of breaking myself open for a man I’m already aware can’t ever love me and how it might feel to bleed out for once and not have him blot up the mess.

But like all deaths, the death of a relationship is permanent. The ending of all endings. Finality in its purest form. I can only hope she lets it stay that way.

Without her, I feel like one half of a soul, existing aimlessly, waiting for the earth to reclaim me the way I have so many others.

It’s like trying to live without the fucking sun.

Because that’s what happiness is. The people you find along the way who make life a little more bearable. And once you find them, you don’t let them go.