“Everyone saw you lose it,' I whisper, doing my best to mentally block the pain like I have countless times before. It's usually as easy as building a mental wall around the pulsing torment in my body, then telling myself the pain only exists in that box so I can't feel it, but it isn't working so well this time. 'I didn't lose it.' He kicks the door three times when we reach it. 'You shouted and carried me out of there like I mean something to you.' I focus on the scar on his jaw, the stubble on his tan skin, anything to keep from feeling the utter destruction in my shoulder. 'You do mean something to me.' He kicks again. And now everyone knows.” PainDisabilityVioletInjuredFourth WingViolet SorrengailRebecca YarrosDain AetosEhlers Danlos SyndromeMean Something Book:Fourth Wing Source: Fourth Wing
“... and I realise the only way to tell the others is through the way my voice can take these broken words and turn it into music. Turn it into poetry. And I sing to make myself come alive, but also for you, because I’d like this to mean something. To not disappear with the dark I will enter one day and so now I will tell. If not for you, then for my own heart, because it tells me to, and I'm learning to listen.” WritingPoetryArtistVoiceDarkMusicCreativityCreativeLearningPoetBrokenCreatingWordsDisappearMeaningProseWriterYouListenSongwriterSingerRealiseMean Something Book:Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving Source: Another Vagabond Lost To Love: Berlin Stories on Leaving & Arriving