In the Lives of Puppets

by T.J. Klune

There must be no greater feeling in the world than to know that this isn’t forever.”

Got me in my feels

“And that’s it, I think. Hope. Because even though you never asked for it, you are hope, a dream of a forgotten world. Carry that in your soul, Victor. Carry that, and may the burden never cause you to stumble.”

Urgh my heart

“I don’t want to make the same mistakes. I want to be different. I want to be better.”

I can choose to love you still.

And that was the heart of it, wasn’t it? The truth was often broken, shards of glass embedded into skin. There they would remain until the wounds scarred over, leaving lumps that, while they would never truly go away, would become less noticeable with time. Or so Vic hoped, because his own glass was cutting, blood spilling. “Can you say the same?”

“It’s tied to the head and heart but in the end, if there is a war between the two, the heart usually wins out, even to its own detriment.

“I’ve never been more human.” “Why?” Dad asked. “Because I breathe, but I can’t catch my breath.”