364. Missax Review

Then Lena felt it. A soft, hungry presence behind her own eyes. Not a voice. A wish. A wish to let go of everything she’d ever truly wanted, so Missax could wear it.

The note read: “She does not live in a place. She lives in the space between a thought and the decision to act on it. Do not call her name unless you are willing to lose the version of yourself that said it.” 364. Missax

Missax.