A Fire Endless (Elements of Cadence, #2)

by Rebecca Ross

“You’ll soon learn that if we halted our lives every time it storms, there would be little life remaining to live.

I drank poison tonight, and it turned me into frost and ice. I drank poison, and

at first I felt like I was made of iron and confidence and all the sharp edges of the realm, until I wasn’t. And I writhed on the floor of my room with blood-spun jewels in my hair. I writhed and I wept and I have never felt such pain—the pain of loneliness, of emptiness, of grief. The pain of a poison I shouldn’t have drunk. It was so heavy within me I could hardly crawl. But then your music found me on the floor. Your words found me at my weakest, at my darkest hour. You reminded me to breathe—to inhale, to exhale. You reminded me of all the gleaming moments we shared, even if it had just been for a season. You reminded me of what could still be if I was brave enough to reach out and claim it.