Her home was made of the same material as mine. Her memories were all ash and used up hope. She created a new life for herself while I forged mine out of the ashes my father left. She was my match. My equal. Mine.
“I’m not afraid of falling, Daisy. I’m afraid of who I’ll become if I lose that part of myself to you. Because it’s all or nothing. I’d keep nothing of myself for me. You’d own it all.”
― Where We Belong
― Where We Belong
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