Lore

in the darkest moments of her life, that resilience alone had saved her.

I love you more with every sunrise.

His life had played out exactly as it was meant to, without her there to interrupt it.

And he had never come to find her. Not even when she’d needed him most.

The pain was good. It kept her focused.

old gods must die to allow the new to rise.

“Lore.” He kept that same soft tone. “I was born knowing how to do three things—how to breathe, how to dream, and how to love you.”

When we can’t change the past, the only thing left is to move forward.

A person alone could be controlled, but a person loved by others would always be under their protection.

the braver thing is to accept help when you’ve been made to believe you shouldn’t need it.

sometimes you had to push away the bad things until they left you alone for good. One day his loss wouldn’t hurt so bad.