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He's sick of the pain; He doesn't want to experience it again. Aiden’s breaths become faster and it becomes harder to breathe. He can hear a voice, but it's distant and muffled, as though he was underwater. Aiden feels paralyzed by fear, unable to move as an arm wraps around him, adjusting his body. A hand firmly turns his head and presses his ear against a bare chest. Aiden begins to feel an incredibly strong vibration against his face. The vibration is strong, and the sound coming from the chest is loud. It breaks through the cage that held him prisoner, unable to move and breathe, and rips him free.

"Listen to me. Really listen. You are not weapon. You are not mistake. You are not wrong. You are extraordinary. Different. Special. And yes, that makes things hard. Makes fitting in impossible. Makes normal life—difficult. But that does not make you wrong. That makes you rare. That makes you—priceless." "I do not feel priceless. I feel broken." "Broken is how we feel before we heal. Broken is temporary. Broken is—human. Everyone feels broken sometimes. Even normal people. Especially normal people. You think Marco does not feel broken? You think Sophie does not have nights where she cries and feels wrong? Everyone does. Everyone hurts. Everyone struggles. You are not alone in that. You are j

Afraid I’m not enough. Afraid I’ve broken in some permanent, unfixable way. She listens. She doesn’t interrupt or scribble notes like in the movies. She just listens. And I cry—God, I cry harder than I have in months. It’s quiet and ugly and uncontrollable, and I hate how raw it feels, but I don’t stop. By the end, I feel like a towel wrung out too many times. Soft. Damp. Exhausted. But lighter. She offers me water. Tells me I did well. That I’m not broken—just bruised. That memory loss and emotional grief are not strangers.

The coldness of the water which I felt on my feet, now rose all the way to my shoulders. And now, here I was, my breath shortening with each second. My vision started to become blurry as I felt myself hit the bottom of the sea. "I really am dying." Just a few split seconds before I lost consciousness, I faintly saw a hand reaching out to me. The painful, hard times were over for me now — I could finally be free. ... I could hear a faint voice to my left — a female voice, to be exact. "It must be mom's voice. I guess I am dead..." I thought as I brought myself together and bravely opened my eyes.

PART ZERO FORTY-EIGHT Not all worlds end in a crash of buildings and airplanes, in smoke and ruins and meteor showers. Some worlds come apart one humiliating crack at a time. And no matter how hard you fight, nothing can stop it. So, at the almost-end, you’re left helpless, more exhausted than you’ve ever been, questioning how it came to this. These thoughts tightened the knot in Adrian Bonner’s stomach. Some things he didn’t want answered. He studied his reflection in the blank computer screen instead, and the sigh that followed came with an almost resigned expectancy. This was his new normal.

“Don’t tell me. But you know I’ll give as good as I get.” “I’m counting on it.” Atticus could hardly see through the rage brimming within him, tinting his vision red. It turned Ralphin – his Beta, his best friend – into nothing more than a gleaming target. His hold on himself was slipping with every word, every taunt, and every second that he couldn’t get the sight of Lily’s crumpled face out of his head. He’d broken her. He’d felt it, the beginnings of love, the irrevocable ties of the mate bond – and he’d broken her. And, he thought, side-stepping one of Ralphin’s better kicks, he’d broken himself, too.

"People can sleep here if they need to. The owner believes books should be accessible to everyone." I wandered through the aisles slowly, pulling random books off shelves, reading first lines, getting lost in the chaos of it all. Vincent followed at a distance, letting me explore. In a section marked "Poetry," I found a slim volume with a worn cover. I opened it randomly and read: "We are all broken. That's how the light gets in." Something about those words hit me harder than they should have. "Find something?" Vincent appeared beside me. I showed him the page. He read it and smiled slightly. "Leonard Cohen. He understood brokenness better than most."

In six minutes he would see the woman who had filled such a special place in his life for the past 13 month, the woman he had never seen, yet whose written words had sustained him unfailingly. Lieutenant Blandford remembered one day in particular, during the worst of the fighting, when his plane had been caught in the midst of a pack of enemy’s planes. In one of his letters he had confessed to her that he often felt fear, and only a few days before this battle he had received her answer: “Of course you fear…all brave men do. Next time you doubt yourself, I want you to hear my voice reciting to you: ‘yeah, though I walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Death, I will hear no evil: for tho

“Melissa, you have passed the trial; Nora, your score is zero. You didn’t complete the trial.” “But she saved a woman’s life,” Amanda said, returning with a medical bag in hand. “She abandoned a mock exercise for a real one. She not only acted before I had a chance to, but she ignored her score in favor of saving a life. She has the spirit of a healer.” One of the female elders spoke up before Magnus could argue. “Amanda is right, Magnus. Melissa had a higher score, but she chose to finish her own exam instead of helping a dying woman. Nora chose the opposite. I say she should pass the test.”

Slowly, and carefully, I shifted my hand in a bid to loosen the rope, but the more I tried, the further the fibres dug into my skin; then it hit me, struggling was pointless and so was calling for help. I held still and listened. At first it was nothing, then a faint sound reached me through the walls, low voices, I couldn’t recognise any of them, nor the scent. My stomach tightened at the thought of what they might do to me, someone had planned this I was sure, another thought followed quickly behind it, why me? The sound of footsteps approaching the door interrupted my train of thoughts, the door opened with a creak, two sets of boots entered the room. “She’s still out?” a rough voice said