The painting flashed into my mind.Flashed–and stayed there, glimmering before it faded.But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest.The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.
Sarah J. Maas
The painting flashed into my mind.Flashed–and stayed there, glimmering before it faded.But it remained, shining faintly, in that hole inside my chest.The hole that was slowly starting to heal over.