Reading progress update: I've read 85%.
Pale faces…
Blank eyes…
A face devoid of any emotion because the one I took the journey with no longer lived and walked beside me with the darkest secret a soul could house.
That was what hell looked like. I knew because I’d been there before, only to emerge from it more broken than I’d been going in, and alone. I couldn’t forget that. The first and only other time it had happened, I had emerged from the most corrupt part of my being—alone.
Gaaaaaahhhh. I fucking love this book!!!
