Wishtress

...your past matters. It's the ink of your story. But it doesn't write your future.

Even after I told him, he didn't see me as broken. He saw me as Myrthe. Just Myrthe. I was enough for him.

We all have murder in our pasts--whether by action or by heart. But all of us have the chance of life in our futures. You can't use your mistake to define who you are. That will destroy who you could be.

I can never tell you.” “You can always tell me. To share your story is a choice. Don’t underestimate the healing that can come from daring not to suffer alone.

Your life was given to you." Oma's grey eyes sparked with orange fire. "A gift. And just because it's yours doesn't give you the right to end it.

It’s possible to make a mistake and not be seen only as that mistake.

To share your story is a choice. Don’t underestimate the healing that can come from daring to not suffer alone

Faith and hope were a risk of the heart, which was what made them so powerful when someone allowed them to defeat fear.

Because that was love. Beyond infatuation. It was action. It was an action of the heart, of the mind. Of forgiveness and grace and seeing one another.

We may be on opposite sides, but that doesn't mean we're enemies.

When one fills each day with life, it makes time multiply

But now, with Bastiaan at my feet bleeding out because he had helped me, I realized that my story was not about what was worth living for. It was about something—someone worth dying for.

To share your story is a choice. Don't underestimate the healing that can come from daring to not suffer alone.

I realized that my story was not about what was worth living for. It was about something—someone—worth dying for.

You can’t use your mistake to define who you are. That will destroy who you could be.

Myrthe, your past matters. It’s the ink of your story. But it doesn’t write your future.

It knew my story from the beginning. But it knew my end. And that brought a comfort that nothing was without purpose.

I've heard you. I want you to know that.' He held my gaze, his expression intense and determined. 'I know you're trying to get to the Well.