Howl

"She's a strange and delightful mix of ice and flame,
When she touches me, I become a wildfire,
And when she leaves,
I become the embers that mourn her.

What I'm trying to say is that I can't live without her. I can't live without you, Elisabeth."

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I never thought my life would come to this. In the narrow margin of a few months I'd escaped the only place I'd called home for the tranquility of a small, snowy community in Alaska that had more secrets than anyone could ever guess, and then I'd nearly died (a few times, actually) as well as uncovered things about myself that would perhaps have better been left buried in my family tree.

And I'd also committed the worst crime for an unsociable awkward person such as myself.

I'd fallen in love.