The Bad News Is We're All Gonna Die, The Good News is We're All Gonna Die

"How do you live with it?" Raven asked. "All of it. The choices. The guilt."

Luna's hand came up to cover hers, though she didn't pull it away, just folded her fingers over Raven's in a firm but gentle hold. "Hope. Hope that there's something more to life than those choices, than surviving."

Raven's skin burned under the touch, electricity firing along her nerve endings, shooting up her arm, all the way to her heart. It was uncomfortable. But also invigorating. She didn't know whether to tear herself away, or lean in further to the touch.

She swallowed.

"And if there isn't?"

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A retelling of Luna and Raven's time on the island - and what comes after.

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