Dirty Air, tome 4 : Redeemed

'[…] Do you like wildflowers?'
'There’s something beautiful about chaos.'
'They remind me of you.' The words escape my mouth before I can stop them.
Where the fuck did that come from?
Her cheeks flush. 'Some people would be offended about being compared to a bunch of weeds.'
'I have a feeling you don’t fall in the same category as those people.'
'Why?' A hint of a smile crosses her lips.
'Because those who see beauty in chaos also see flowers instead of weeds, and that’s a gift in a world like ours.'

'I wanted to share the one thing that makes me vulnerable.'
'Why?'
'Because we all have weaknesses, Santiago. You believe yours is how you’re missing a leg, and I think mine is my crippling loneliness and preference for wishing instead of doing. I make wishes to combat the emptiness I feel from all the disappointments in my life. Wishes are the closest thing I have to magic.'

She describes her loneliness as a weakness, but I only see it as a strength. While people like me shrivel away in the shadows, people like her create their own light. She’s like the moon who shines bright despite the never-ending darkness.
And she makes me want to wish that daylight never comes again.

You love me ?
I'd be insane not to.

I’ve spent far too long being numb. I’m so damn tired of it, […]