I'm Sirantha Jax, and I have had enough.

But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.

Is that love? It seems like a pale word, too easily tossed about by people who don’t know the meaning of it, who twist it for their own ends. I’m afraid of it now, right up there with clowns, close spaces, and open flames.

Beautiful. And ugly. The world is always both.

My heart shifted a little in my chest; it seemed to swell and beat against my bones until I couldn't hear.

Sometimes I could almost hate you because you don't understand how much you mean to me, how dark and empty I was before. Solnyshko moyo.

I know just how he feels that it’s come to this. Sometimes, love isn’t enough, even when it’s all you have.