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“Despite what you might think, I find no sport in trampling on hearts, Vasalie. Hearts are fragile things, like glass. They break far too easily in the wrong hands. Offer them only to someone who can care for them, who might polish them until they glow.”
“So I make myself another promise: I will find a way to live with it. Because I am grateful that my heart still beats, grateful that this body, however pained, has not crumbled beneath the weight of all that has been done to me.”
“I am little more than a husk. A corpse. A set of bones, waiting to be buried. I’m not sure my heart beats anymore. I’m not sure I want it to.”
“I am little more than a husk. A corpse. A set of bones, waiting to be buried. I’m not sure my heart beats anymore. I’m not sure I want it to.”
“So I make myself another promise: I will find a way to live with it. Because I am grateful that my heart still beats, grateful that this body, however pained, has not crumbled beneath the weight of all that has been done to me.”
“Despite what you might think, I find no sport in trampling on hearts, Vasalie. Hearts are fragile things, like glass. They break far too easily in the wrong hands. Offer them only to someone who can care for them, who might polish them until they glow.”