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My insatiable appetite threatened to consume me most days. But I got by. I had to. Pizza helped.
Phoenix might’ve been sort of a bad guy, but he was loyal to a select few: us. And he loved Bellamy, the kind of unconditional, sometimes messy, insanely strong love that said he’d burn everything down to keep that love safe and kill anyone who stood in his way. So, yeah. A villain. But a not-so-awful one? Jury was still out on that.
In a flash, he’d gone from an old grandpa who sipped tea and read books in his study to a teenager whose nose was buried in a screen.
You can’t have pizza without cheese. Not unless you like eating sadness and disappointment.”
Once outside, he removed his shirt—not that I was watching him or anything—and released his wings.
He was my uneaten slice of pizza. And damn did I want to devour him.
Raiden was like a burst of color on a gray canvas. His bright, sunny personality was wholesome. His smiles were genuine, never contrived.
“A rare plant?” I asked. “Is it edible?” “It’s called rare for a reason, Ray,” Castor said with a laugh. “And you want to eat it. For fuck’s sake. Please never change.”
“I just like to focus on the good in life and not dwell on what I can’t change, ya know? I can’t stop the sun from setting, but I can greet the stars and embrace the night as I wait for the warmth again.”
“You’re a glass half-empty kinda guy?” “I guess you could say that.” I thought for a second or two, then nodded to myself. “You know, the awesome thing about glasses is you can refill them. So what if it’s half-empty? Enjoy it until the very last drop, and then pour yourself another round.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever had that word used to describe me or anything of mine before. Cold is more like it.” “Once you turn on a light, it won’t seem cold anymore.”
Alastair’s earlier plan had just been tossed out the window like a rotten sack of potatoes.
Maybe that was the balance. The give and take. Knowing darkness helped you appreciate the light.
