Status Updates From One for My Enemy

"Sashenka," Marya said, "you are not incomplete because a piece of your heart is gone. You are you, an entire whole, all on your all on your own. If you have loved and been loved, then you can only be richer for it—you don't become a smaller version of yourself simply because what you once had is gone."

A modern-day retelling of Romeo & Juliet but make it rival witch clans who live in NYC and dabble in crime. I’m frothing at the mouth.

"Write me a tragedy, Lev Fedorov," she whispered to him. "Write me a litany of sins, write me a plague of devastation. Write me lonely, write me wanting, write me shattered and fearful and lost. Then write me finding myself in your arms, if only for a night, and then write it again. Write it over and over, Lev, until we both know the pages by heart. Isn't that a story, too?"