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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?”
“I think I’m addicted to sadness.”
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.
“I think you are drawn to the familiar.” Angelo smiled. “As people, we all are. We go to what feels the same. Even if that feeling is pain.”
“I think we can always change.” Angelo shrugged. “You just have to be willing to walk away from the pain.”
“A place where the first rivers met. She spoke of a place where ravens danced with stars, and every woman released her scars, and queen bees traded their stingers for crowns.
