“It was difficult to believe that less than six hours ago, I’d been laughing and happy, and feeling like the world was finally starting to go my way. That would show me not to relax. It was just an invitation for life to kick me in the teeth as hard as it could” October Daye The Brightest Fell Seanan Mcguire

     It’s understandable to a point, their loss, so great, so unimaginable. No one should have to bury a child. No one should bear that burden. And yet…people do. All the time. Children die, incrementally, all the time, whether their hearts stop or their babysitter decides to teach them the birds and the bees or their parents do drugs and beat them. They all die, little pieces falling off them as they age. Some go in the ground; others, the ones who are still breathing, are stripped of their inner joy. It is inevitable. It is life. Even if they make it out of their adolescence, especially then, the sparks that flame them into individuality are extinguished. Is it better to be a walking corpse, a shroud of who you could be, or leave this world before the disappointment of your lack of potential emerges? Philosophy. Such a devious monster. J.T. Ellison Lie to Me

     His heart turned over. It hurt. Hearts didn’t hurt because you loved someone too much, did they? Because his did. It was a physical pain and he rubbed his palm over his chest to ease the ache. There was no easing it, not when she was looking up at him and he knew all that beauty was his. Inside, where it counted, she was everything a man could ask for. Christine Feehan, Dark Legacy