Fantasies were safe. It was a break from reality. A chance to act on desires for a short period of time.
Love made her patient. It made her hopeful.
Nothing good is ever easy. Or worth it.
There were worse things than death, as she'd discovered. Sometimes living took far more courage. Facing another day. Enduring. Those things took strength. Far more than dying.
And maybe that’s was her biggest crime of all. Making him fall in love with her.
No other man will have you