The Point of No Return

by Devyn Sinclair

“No punchline,” I said. “Turns out you were right about the fact that I’m a monster fucker.”

But there was no perfection in letting someone love you. It was messy and complicated, and sometimes it hurt. But it should never have to wait.

Light exploded in my chest, hearing those words. I knew—of course we knew. We could feel it even when she’d sent us away. But hearing it was like having the aurora borealis poured directly into my soul. Glorious, awe-inspiring, and like nothing else in the whole fucking universe.