Endure

She had suffered; she had endured loss; she wore sadness like a second skin.

Above us, the sky was an endless expanse of velvety black, with millions of stars spreading like glittering diamonds spilled across the dark canvas.

The night came every day, stealing the sun's power and turning the world black. But every morning, the sun rose again, bringing light once more, no matter how dark the night had seemed.

She’d helped me see that the greatest way to honor them was to live the best life I could — to find happiness again.

I’ve spent a lifetime practicing, becoming who I must be to survive. Hiding in plain sight, always acting, always playing a part. There are times when I fear that I’ll lose me, my true self, in the haze of the facade. But that fear doesn’t matter to anyone besides myself.

I am Damian, the king of Antion, and no one will ever take someone I love from me again and live.

Though I could hear the sounds of Blevonese when he spoke, for some reason I understood his words, as if their power transcended our languages, speaking directly to my heart.

all her secret pleadings and advice swimming in the tears that glistened in her eyes, and