“I am too ruined for the world.” You said once, and it broke my heart, because you were the purest person I had ever known. “Or maybe the world is too ruined for you,” I countered. You closed your eyes, absorbing my words. I saw the impact they had on you, as you whispered, hugging yourself, with a strange mix of pain and relief etched on your face, “I am not ruined.” Something had transformed in you when you finally opened your eyes and said, “I think I am falling in love.”
Book:As Night Falls