#oddedit

“he didn’t want it- didn’t want anything except to give it back, to hold her together the way she’d held him. but he couldn’t. he didn’t know how. he closed his eyes as the light of kate’s soul flowed through him, strong and bright [...] the room was dark and quiet, and she was gone.”

"There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead.”

                                              so make it worth the pain.

There were two kinds of monsters, the kind that hunted the streets and the kind that lived in your head. She could fight the first, but the second was more dangerous. It was always, always, always a step ahead. It didn’t have teeth or claws, didn’t feed on flesh or blood or hearts. It simply reminded you of what happened when you let people in.

“I know it hurts,” she said. “So make it worth the pain.” “How?” “By not letting go,” she said softly. “By holding on, to anger, or hope, or whatever it is that keeps you fighting.” You, he thought.

For once there was no Leo in his head, no Ilsa or Soro, just the warmth of Kate’s skin and the memory of stardust and open fields, of bleachers and black-and-white cats and apples in the woods, of tally marks and music, of running and burning, and the desperate, hopeless desire to feel human