cherie ^_-★'s Reviews > Powerful

5 stars ⭐️
⤷ spoilers ahead!! ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

”See you in the sky.” 🌌

ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ adena
my sweet sweet adena 😭😭😭 it’s so rare for a book to bring me to tears, but this one did (tears were literally streaming down my face). i’m actually so sad rn 😭💔 what made it even more heartbreaking was her unawareness of the situation until the very end, and her calmness during her final moments 😭😭😭

“And then I count. One, two, three… Death is gentle in a way life never was. I look up into the sky, seeing stars swim in my vision. What a beautiful night in the Fort. Four, five, six… I’m counting the seconds until I see her next. I’m counting the stars until I see Mak shining beside me. The stars wink at me, welcoming me home. And on the second eight, I know nothing.”

ᡣ𐭩.ᐟ makoto
mak… oh mak 😭😭😭 i can’t imagine how devastated he must have been, losing both hera and adena to the trials. and the fact that he was there to witness adena’s final moments too 😭😭😭 they literally only had a few days together and he never got the chance to give her the gift he had picked out for her 😭😭💔

”Just count the stars, Dena. Just count the stars.”
“I count right along with her. One, two, three… Only, I’m counting down the seconds until I get to see her again. Four, five, six… I’ll count until I’m up in the sky beside her. Seven, eight, nine… And I suddenly wish that second would come sooner. Ten, eleven, twelve… I feel her power flicker and fade. And then I watch her die. Watch the life drain from her dark skin, steal the light from the eyes. The connection snaps. Her ability slips between my fingers. Leaving me cold and shaking without its comfort. And I’ll never feel it again. Never feel her again. Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen… When Paedyn’s hand sweeps over her eyes, shutting out the world for eternity, I stand and stumble down the path with shaky legs. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen… Tears blur my vision; anger burns my blood. I turn down a concrete tunnel leading to the world beyond. A world without her. A world she is no longer in. And I’m not sure I can live in that world. Nineteen, twenty, twenty-one… My sobs echo off the walls, drowning out the cheers from inside the Bowl. It should have been me. I wish it was me. Twenty-two, twenty-three, twenty-four… They are cheering. Cheering as if a sliver of the sun hadn’t just burned out before them. Twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven… When my feet meet the path outside, and my face is thoroughly doused in sun, I fall to my knees once again. I clutch the vest around me, pulling at the perfectly straight seams holding it together. Twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty… Never again will I get to admire her while she sews. My head falls into my hands, collecting hot tears on my palms. Then I’m running my fingers over the vest again, tracing every bit that her fingers graced. Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three… My heart stutters at the feel of raised thread beneath a pocket. I don’t need to look at it to know what it says. Don’t need to read the words to have more tears rolling down my cheeks. ‘See you in the sky.’ I look up, choking back a sob. Thirty-four, thirty-five, thirty-six… The sun drenches me in warmth, coats me in comfort. It’s soothing. Gentle. Soft. I smile sadly. Laugh despite the tears still staining my skin. And there she is, outshining everyone. In a way, she’s always been the sun. Always the brightness that existed despite the presence of such darkness. Thirty-seven, thirty-eight, thirty-nine… ‘Thanks for picking the closest star, Dena.’ I take a shaky breath. Forty, forty-one, forty-two… ‘Looks like you’ll be around to keep me company.’���

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ more quotes and dialogues that made my heart ache

“But you… you’re the embodiment of everything I am not. And yet, here I am, crawling back to you as though I’ve left a piece of myself behind. And it scares the shit out of me.”

“I regret not buying that blue shirt from you, if only so I had your attention long enough to convince you that red suits you better. I regret not telling you how much I like it when you blow those bangs out of your eyes, or the way you clap after finishing a row of stitches. I regret smothering every smile you made me want to give you. And I regret not telling you the truth. But most of all, not saying goodbye.”

“He stole your smile. No wonder you didn’t have one to give me.”
“I’ll find one. Steal it back if I must. For you.”

“I made him, and every other man I found, memorise every one of your features. I described the color of your eyes and the length of the lashes lining them. The warmth of your skin, and the specific curl of your hair. Your nose, your lips, your smile. Down to the every scar of your palm from one of my daggers. I made them memorise you. So, yes, he knew exactly who you were and still decided to ignore my threats.”

“You make even the stars envious. Because one day — far from now — you will be up there beside them, outshining every single one.”
“And will you be beside me up there?”
“If I should be so lucky.”
“Promise me. I don’t want to be alone.”
“I promise, Dena.”