" I told myself to look up; the moonlight was filling the room. The moon must have looked beautiful. But I couldn’t look at it. I felt the guilt of Collin’s words crush me, Eldridge’s words confuse me, and my own thoughts criticize me. I didn’t want to give myself the pleasure in seeing even the simplest beauty.
The weight of my shame pulled my head down. I lost track of time for minutes, maybe an hour, feeling as cold as the stone I stood on. I thought for a moment I might never move or see beauty again.
And I fell asleep, with the moon left unseen; possibly as lonely as me. "

― , The Five Unnecessaries: Book 1 of the 27th Protector Series