The Us Between Chaos
solana
Why is being alive so important when all it means is more time to suffer?
“Stop being a pessimist, you peasant,” Hade said with a theatrical scoff.
I turned to him. He was holding To the Lighthouse by Virginia Woolf, of all things.
“Your face says it all. You’re like an open book,” he added. “But damn, you’re good at lying. Scary good.”
He smirked, put the book down, and looked straight at me. Like he could see through every thought I was trying not to think.
You're one of the reasons I’m like this, I thought, but didn’t say. I just rolled my eyes.