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October 12 - October 19, 2024
“Revenge is like a poison. I drink it but expect the other person to die. That’s no way to live. I’d much rather focus on my own light.”
“The normal amount for pain is zero,” I chastise. “You should feel zero pain.”
“Your glow makes me ache for the sky,” he whispers, his eyes bright.
“Do you think it’s helping to wear a pattern in the ground?” I tease, watching him carefully as he works himself into an angry frenzy. I understand being annoyed with the outcome, but it does no one any good to grow frustrated. It’s best to make a plan and prepare for the moment
“My rabbit, she once asked me why I would rather be down here when I could shine for all to see.”
“Stolen light dims when in the hands of someone with so much darkness in their heart,”
No one else will ever feel the same.
Our souls entwine together, and I know I’ll remain with Rumple until my death.
“I’m selfish,” Rumple pants against my skin. “Eva, I’m selfish.” And in those words, I hear his apology, hear the knowledge that he won’t ever let me leave, but lucky for him, I don’t want to. This isn’t something I’m running from. This isn’t a prison. For the first time in my life, this isn’t a cage. This is my freedom. I chuckle softly and pat his arm. “I know, Rumple,” I say. “I know.”
Love is a weakness. Love is a weapon. I shouldn’t be here, allowing myself to grow so dangerously close to someone, allowing her to look at me like that. Despite knowing the word is appropriate, instinct is a hard thing to defeat. Fear is a difficult foe.
My fingers release her wrists, and she stands, giving me space, the sign of a woman who has been imprisoned her entire life and doesn’t want to make anyone else feel trapped.
Love may be a weapon that can cause you pain, but also, it makes you stronger. No longer are you the power of a single sword. You’re the arrow and the sword when you love and are loved in return. It’s never a weakness unless you allow it to be. It can be your greatest strength to have someone strong beside you.
I love you. Please, don’t do this to me. In the end, it’ll take me dying for Rumple to realize there’s something worse than love to fear.
I should have just been brave. If only I could have been brave. . .
After everything, it’s what I deserve. This is some greater power paying me back for all the bad I’ve done. I’m a monster, and monsters don’t deserve happy endings. They deserve this pain, this horror.
So this is how it feels. . . This is what it’s like for every bad thing I’ve done to come back to me. All my selfish actions, all my tricks and wrongdoings, all my chaos I’d created in the world, this is how the worlds pay me back. This is how they cause me agony. By taking away the one good thing I’ve ever had in my life.
