Swiftcurrent Creek Let me go, I wanna die in the disco

Moss’s throat clenched when Reverie mentioned fire. Ground-eating, tree-felling flames were terrifying to anyone close enough to feel the heat of the fire. Reverie, it seemed, had been far too close- and while her sister had saved her life, it had been through sacrifice. 

She knew that guilt. 

”I think she would want you to commit to yourself. Forgive yourself, and love each day in such a way that honours her sacrifice. Your life was worth hers; so, you’re worthy of taking care of it.” She said. ”It’s…What Ruby wanted for me.” 

After all, Ruby had lunged and taken the killing blow when Moss had frozen at the sight of her beloved, bleary-eyed and feral, driven mad by her maternal instinct. 

”Love exists without pain. It might just take some time to find it.”