The Angeles air was quiet, and for a while I laid still, listening to the sound of Maxon breathing.
Great. Now the queen thought I was a misfit, too.
All the talk in the world won't undo what we are. They put us in a corner we could never get out of on our own, and they're not in a rush to pull us out.
Leave it to you to find beauty in something others would say ruins a day.
So far, I had a solid collection of my honest opinions.
I don't know if I'm supposed to be holding on or letting go. I don't want to give up, but if there's nothing for me to hope for, then tell me.