Chyanne

“The ache in my chest expands, and my eyes are suddenly hot. “It will get better,” Keenan says. I look up to see sadness flicker across his face, almost instantly replaced by that now-familiar chill. “You’ll never forget them, not even after years. But one day, you’ll go a whole minute without feeling the pain. Then an hour. A day. That’s all you can ask for, really.” His voice drops. “You’ll heal. I promise.” He looks away, distant again, but I’m grateful to him anyway, because for the first time since the raid, I feel less alone.”
― Sabaa Tahir, An Ember in the Ashes