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“And you don’t feel something alive in books? Haven’t you ever felt the kiss of fabled winds brush across your face?” Lęina whispered. “Haven’t you ever found yourself floating in an infinite space? Haven’t you shed tears for characters you’ve never known? Felt emotions that can’t possibly be your own?”
She could smell sadness like a fragrance sprayed in the air. Something young girls dotted behind their ears. She smelled the way men carried sadness in their chests, always given to them by their fathers, or a girl who broke their heart.
“Does that mean we can never change?” Angelo shook his head.
“I think we can always change.” Angelo shrugged. “You just have to be willing to walk away from the pain.”
pain was like rain— You could only avoid the storm when you let it fall.
