"he is half of my soul, as the poets say."

"I could recognize him by touch alone, by smell; I would know him blind, by the way his breaths came and his feet struck the earth. I would know him in death, at the end of the world."

cus i'm still not over them :')

disclaimer: i don't own the characters in this story! all credit goes to madeline miller the author of the song of achilles. i also don't own any of the art in this book!