Five Broken Blades

Loving somebody is needing two hearts to live instead of just the one.

I should stop expecting hidden depth out of a puddle.

A little off, a little too slow or fast, a little too early or late, and everything would be different. Life is timing, and timing is luck.

You only become a sharpened blade by having the soft parts of you stripped away.

I hoped. And hope is a jagged knife. Hope pieces together dreams out of broken glass only for reality to come and smash them all over again. Hope is the cruelest punishment of them all.

I have a headache, and she’s sitting across from me.

But that’s what life is. A little off, a little too slow or fast, a little too early or late, and everything would be different. Life is timing, and timing is luck.

It’s nothing to laugh about, which is exactly why you need to.

You remembered after forgetting, and that’s just as valuable as knowing the first time,

We comfortably exist in the space of unsaid regret.

There are mistakes that can’t be unmade, but you try your best to make things right.

For now, we’ve saved each other. Tomorrow, we may stab each other in the back. Hard to say.

Sometimes I feel like I’ve been emptied, like there’s nothing more of the girl I used to be.

Null,” Mikail whispers. My eyes widen, and my stomach turns. It means zero. Zero witnesses, zero survivors.

How’d you get my name?” His voice has the rumbling of thunder, and I find myself following like lightning. But the innkeeper sneezes and I’m reminded that this really isn’t the time to be horny.

Hope pieces together dreams out of broken glass only for reality to come and smash them all over again. Hope is the cruelest punishment of them all.

And then I want him all over again. Even after all this time. Even though he agreed I should die. Wow, I need better standards for the men I fall in love with.

I’ve already seen the cost of war. It’s too great a price borne by the people who benefit the least.

Sometimes it feels less lonely to drown your sorrows in a shared barrel of ale.

One thing I do know for sure is that the gods rarely shine upon killers without exacting a price.

The world will grab and pull at your humanity, try to strip you bare, but ultimately you decide whether to hang on or let go.

As I attempt to cling to goodness, to kindness when I can, I realize she did the same. The world will grab and pull at your humanity, try to strip you bare, but ultimately you decide whether to hang on or let go.

And I don’t think that even a god king can stand against six people who’d kill and die for one another.

Whoever said there’s no love without trust was deep in their cups. Of course there can be love without trust. Harmony without trust, however, is a different story.

When Yuri said it was a girl, I hoped. And hope is a jagged knife. Hope pieces together dreams out of broken glass only for reality to come and smash them all over again. Hope is the cruelest punishment of them all. Because without hope, I know: it’s not her, you fool. It can’t be. It can never be. Because I killed her.

He thinks I'm the villain of our story. That I'll betray him simply because I have before. Because I lie as easily as I breathe. And that all seems like terribly unfair character assassination to me. Accurate as it may be.

The second he touches me, a feeling rushes through me. Our hands fit together like a lock and key, but it’s more than that. He feels like home.

Of all the men I could've loved, the gods cursed me with this one.

I think about going back to help. I always think about it.