Victoria

“It’s a strange feeling,” he said, at last. “To look forward to so much.” It was. So odd, to minds so unpracticed in such things. But now it surrounded us, so bright it couldn’t be ignored, and maybe, just maybe, we were healing enough to let it in. It was hard not to, when Max swept me up in his arms again, when he kissed me and smiled against my mouth, when he laid me down in the garden where two broken souls had met and built a home in each other. Hope.”
― Carissa Broadbent, Mother of Death & Dawn