Page 1 of Darkest Before Dawn (His Perfect Darkness #2)

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For years, I’ve dreamt of my own death. Not any details, just the feel of an explosion, of sparks and smoke blasting into my face. Pain and the sensation of falling.

Love feels like that. Maybe not for everyone, but to me, it feels like dying.

As I face my death, I hold on to that. My life may be bookended by pain and tragedy, but there was a moment when I was loved, and I loved in return.

In the end, nothing else matters.