Chloe C. Peñaranda

Astraea, you made your mark on me long ago and I vowed never to remove it. Even if it became my greatest punishment to carry.

He’d learned that dying, no matter how slow and painful the seconds before a final breath, was nothing compared to taking infinite more without the one he loved.

No—love was too mundane a word for the split in his soul she cleaved in her wake.