⌞ long story short ⌝
eilulia hamilton bianchi leclerc
freedom? what makes something free? no chains to hold you down, fresh starts, a new beginning... but all of those things. isn't it just running? hiding from the ghosts you tell yourself you don't believe in. so what makes this different?
falling. that was freedom, right? letting gravity take control because there was no other way. you'd hit the ground and when you did, did it restart and you try again? but what if you didn't get back up? and then, didn't that just make it the same.
⌞ book three in : always the angel, never a god ⌝