“I think you are drawn to the familiar.� Angelo smiled. “As people, we all are. We go to what feels the same. Even if that feeling is pain.� Lęina stared at the journal on her lap—was that what this tome was? Old pain bound in leather skin? Something familiar she was willing to follow till her end? “Does that mean we can never change?� Angelo shook his head. “I think we can always change.� Angelo shrugged. “You just have to be willing to walk away from the pain.�
33 pages isn't supposed to make me feel damnit.
