And I know a little of what it is to be both of them. To leave your life behind. To watch helplessly as the world turns over. To fight from the bottom to carve a place in the new order. My mind circles and circles around the places we intersect, the way everything we’ve ever done has brought us to this quiet rooftop and the three of us drifting off under an open summer night.
- Bonds of Brass by Emily Skrutskie // insp.










