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He flashed me his full set of teeth, but there was nothing friendly about the action. “Is winning really worth risking your life?” An older man scoffed shaking his head at the rest of us, “You young people have a lot to learn. This is a game, no use killin’ yourself trying to win.” “I’m confident in my abilities, old man.” The guy with the slick smile snorted, brushing back the dark strands of his oily hair. His head turned and his eyes met mine as he spoke his next words. “If anything’s worth dying for, it’s this.”

Death says I pout rolling my eyes, "I don't want to go to hell," "Of course you do," he says wrapping his arms around my shoulders before waving to Mika and snapping us back to the Ocean. "Aw look at them," Hera gushes I elbow Death while he's off guard and he immediately lets go of me leaning against the wall, "That was unnecessary," "You do not need to hug me," I reply, although I slightly miss the warmth he provided me "Yeah, okay, let's pretend like you didn't like it," He replies with the rise of an eyebrow

Even if I deserve to witness the pain and feel it with my own. “I love you.” She whispers. “Fuck, I love you more than anything…” I say, pain licking up my neck in a warning. The fucking oath now wishes to hinder the truth and what I need to say. If only it fucking knew what I was giving up for it. What I am losing because of the fucking grip it has on my life. “I am willing to die for you…I would rather die than do this to you again.”

I won’t even know it, won’t even realize that I am close to death. I lean in and press my lips to Elita's mouth, which is still swollen from my rough kisses. Death has never seemed like a bad idea to me. I have always thought…I have lived more than the life written in my fate. When the time comes, I can readily give up my life and let fate have its way in the end. But now, I am realizing it. I didn’t want to just give up because I was cool about dying. It was because there was nothing worth living for. Everyone around me had something they held onto, a meaning they attached to their life.

This wasn't dirty money—it was money I'd earned by trading away my freedom for the rest of my life. I closed my eyes, no longer willing to explain anything. I asked, "What do you want? As long as I have it, I can give it to you."

She gave me a tired look. “ That is why we are craving for a home. I use to think we're existing because we are here to live and die later. But I realized, living while dying is possible. No one seems to understand us the way we understand ourselves. It's crazy to think we can give comforts to others we wish we could give to ourselves.”

“Not everyone gets to meet a rock star. Maybe it’s a sign.” “A sign of what?” “That you need something exciting in your life.” “I already have enough excitement—broken bones, crying patients, and caffeine.” “Still,” Audrey said softly, “you work too much. You should let yourself feel something once in a while. You deserve it.” Eva smiled, though her eyes stayed on the rain-streaked window. “Maybe.. someday.” “Promise me you’ll try,” Audrey said. “Try to live, not just work.” “Sure,” Eva replied.

But in two weeks, she'd find out. The Reclamation Army was coming. And the Mountain Coalition would make its stand. For freedom. For choice. For the principle that humans deserved better than tyranny. Even if it killed them. Especially if it killed them. Because some things were worth dying for. And everything they'd built in these mountains was one of them.

"Can I tell you something?" "Of course." "I think I'm falling in love with you." My heart stopped. "Cole—" "You don't have to say it back. I know you're not ready. I just needed you to know. Before we face Malachar. Before everything gets even more dangerous." He cupped my face gently. "I need you to know that you're worth fighting for. Worth dying for, if it comes to that." Tears burned my eyes. "Don't say that. Don't talk about dying."

If I am done, then, I am fucking done. "Fair enough," he started and poked his inner cheek with the top of his tongue before he added, "But an advise devil," He said and I lifted my head meeting his amber eyes. "Nobody is worth dying for." He says with a strange certainty in his voice. Maybe he is right. And, at the same point. Maybe not so much. Because I know I would go to any extent to make him feel the void I felt inside my heart. I would gladly empty the canvas of his life of colors like he did to me. Even if I would have to die for it. I would ruin myself in the blink of an eye if that means he burns to ashes.