I remembered a time when I lived in the lie. I lived in a world of soft things, mutable truths, gentle touches, laughter for its own sake. The hand that pulled me from the carriage that night, from the warmth of my mother’s side, into a night of rain and screaming, that hand pulled me out by a doorway that I can’t go back through. We all of us pass through that door, but we tend to exit of our own volition, and by degrees, sniffing the air, torn and tentative.
Lawrence, Mark. Prince of Thorns (The Broken Empire Book 1) (pp. 95-96). Penguin Publishing Group. Kindle Edition.
Another soul crushing moment