Legacy of the Brightwash (Tainted Dominion, #1)

by Krystle Matar

We carry a bit of home with us, no matter where we go. It shapes us, changes how we see the rest of the world, doesn’t it?

Stella knew enough about loss and grief to know that you never really recovered, so much as you learnt to go on living even though you were falling apart.

So true.

I feel like everything I’ve lived was shaping me, molding me to be exactly the man she needed me to be in this moment. Like I’ve been created, just for her.

Ah fuck, this is killing me