A Lesson in Vengeance

by Victoria Lee

how grief would tie itself to the small things, that I’d be living my life as normal and then a bit of

music or the cut of a girl’s smile would remind me of her and it would all flood back in.

I think about the moment the rope snapped and the world went quiet and still, my body weightless without Alex dragging it down, the snow in my eyes and the emptiness on the mountain. The hollow feeling that carved its way into my chest. And the relief.

The question isn’t whether magic is real. It’s whether I can touch it without being consumed by it.

You can summon terrible things. You also have the ability to banish them.