On the Topic of SJM Breaking My Heart in ACOMAF
*Spoilers for A Court of Thorns and Roses and A Court of Mist and Fury*
No matter how many times I re-read the entire ACOTAR series, especially ACOMAF, SJM never fails to break my heart with her writing. So here is a list I made of all the lines from ACOMAF that ripped me in two đĽ´Â
âAlone in my bedroom, I realized I couldnât remember the last time Iâd truly laughed.â
âI might even cry for my mother, who had never cared for me, anyway. I might beg her to save meââÂ
âThe sentries returned in full force the next morning.â
âHeâd locked me in here⌠Heâd locked me in. Heâd sealed me inside this house⌠I couldnât get out; I couldnât get out; I couldnât get outââ
âMaybe itâd be a mercy to be endedâ A broad hand gripped my faceâgently enough not to hurt, but hard enough to make me look at him. âDonât you ever think that,â Rhysand hissed, his eyes livid. âNot for one damned moment.ââÂ
âSome small part of me whispered that I could survive Amarantha; I could survive leaving Tamlin; I could survive transitioning into this new, strange body⌠But that empty cold hole in my chest⌠I wasnât sure I could survive that. Even the years Iâd been one bad week away from starvation, that part of me had been full of color, of light. Maybe becoming a faerie had broken it. Maybe Amarantha had broken it. Or maybe I had broken it, when I shoved that dagger into the hearts of two innocent faeries and their blood had warmed my hands.â
ââIâm thinking that I must have been a fool in love to allow myself to be shown so little of the Spring Court. Iâm thinking thereâs a great deal of that territory I was never allowed to see or hear about and maybe I would have lived in ignorance forever like some pet. Iâm thinkingâŚâ The words became choked. I shook my head as if I could clear the remaining ones away. But I still spoke them. âIâm thinking that I was a lonely, hopeless person, and I might have fallen in love with the first thing that showed me a hint of kindness and safety.ââ
ââAs long as the people who matter the most know the truth, I donât care about the rest.ââ
â...when I had belonged to Tamlin and been little more than a spy and prisoner.â
âI had done everythingâeverything for that love. I had ripped myself to shreds, I had killed innocents and debased myself, and he had sat beside Amarantha on that throne. And he couldnât do anything, hadnât risk itâhadnât risked being caught until there was one night left, and all heâd wanted to wasnât free me, but fuck me, andâ⌠And when Amarantha had broken me, when she had snapped my bones and made my blood boil in its veins, heâd just knelt there and begged her. He hadnât tried to kill her, hadnât crawled for me. Yes, heâd fought for meâbut Iâd fought harder for him⌠And he had the nerve once his powers were back to shove me in a cage. The nerve to say I was no longer useful; I was to be cloistered for his peace of mind. Heâd given me everything I needed to become myself, to feel safe, and when he got what he wantedâwhen he got his power back, his lands back⌠he stopped trying. He was still good, still Tamlin, but he was just⌠wrong.â
âAnd maybe I was exhausted and broken, but I breathed, âI killed them.â I hadnât said the words aloud since it had happened. Cassianâs lips tightened. âI know.â Not condemnation, not praise. But grim understanding. My hands slackened as another shuddering sob worked its way through me. âIt should have been me.ââ
âAnd it wasnât sorrow, or despair, or terror that hit me, but⌠unhappiness. Such bleak, sharp unhappiness⌠I was unhappyânot just broken. But unhappy. An emotion, I realized. It was an emotion, rather than the unending emptiness or survival-driven terror.â
âItâd just been a relief to think that for a moment, he might have been as lonely as me.â
âHe flinched. The most powerful High Lord in history flinched. And I knew Iâd hit hardâand deep. Too hard. Too deep.â
ââAnd yet I found myself deciding that if you took his hand, I would find a way to live with it. It would be your choice.â I sipped from my wine. âAnd if he had grabbed me?â There was nothing but uncompromising will in his eyes. âThen I would have torn apart the world to get you back.ââ
ââI wonder if some part of me knew what was waiting for me. That I would never be a gentle grower of things, or someone who burned like fireâbut that I would be quiet and endurining and as faceted as the night⌠I wonder if, even in my despair and hopelessness, I was never truly alone. I wonder if I was looking for this placeâlooking for you all.â... âI was looking for you, too,â Rhys murmured.â
âAnd I saw the pain and sorrow in his eyes. Saw it and didnât care, not as that thing in my chest was twisting and breaking. Not as my heartâmy heartâached, so viciously that I realized itâd somehow been repaired in these past few months. Repaired by him. And now it hurt.â
âAnd there it was. A future. The future I saw for myself, bright as the sunrise over the Sidra. A direction, and a goal, and an invitation to see what else immortality might offer me. It did not seem so listless, so empty, anymore.â
THE ENTIRETY OF CHAPTER 54 BUT IâLL JUST GIVE THE HIGHLIGHTS:
ââAnd thenâthen I learned your name. Hearing you say it⌠it was like an answer to a question Iâd been asking for five hundred years.ââ
ââI knew that you were my mate, and you were in love with another male, and had destroyed yourself to save him, and that⌠that I didnât care.ââ
ââIf you were going to die, I was going to die with you. I couldnât stop thinking it over and over as you screamed, as I tried to kill her: you were my mate, my mate, my mate. But then she snapped your neck⌠And I felt you die⌠And this beautiful, wonderful thing that had come into my life, this gift from the Cauldron⌠It was gone.ââ
ââBut I felt you through the bond, through your open mental shields. I felt your pain and sadness, and loneliness. I felt you struggling to escape the darkness of Amarantha the same way I was. I heard you were going to marry him, and I told myself you were happy. I should let you be happy, even if it killed me. Even if you were my mate, youâd earned that happiness.ââ
âMy friend through many dangers. My lover who had healed my broken and weary soul. My mate who had waited for me against all hope, despite all odds.â
âIf I hadnât already been in love with him, I might have loved him for thatâfor not insisting I stay, even if it drove his instincts mad, for not locking me away in the aftermath of what had happened yesterday. And I realizedâI realized how badly Iâd been treated before, if my standards had become so low. If the freedom Iâd been granted felt like a privilege and not an inherent right.â
ââDonât let him take me,â I sobbed again. âI donât want to go back.â And when I looked at Mor, at the tears streaming down her face as she helped Cassian get upright, I knew she realized what I meant.â
ââI donât give a shit if sheâs your mate. I donât give a shit if you think youâre entitled to her. She is mine.ââ
âI cleared my head, my shattering heartâbreaking for what my mate had done, sacrificed for me and my family. For her sisters. Because she hadnât thought⌠hadnât thought she was essential. Even after all she had done.â
*wipes tears away* yall crying too? no? oh ok cool,,,