The moment she was cursed, I lost her. Once it wears off- soon- she will be embarrassed to remember things that she said, things she did, things like this. No matter how solid she feels in my arms, she is made of smoke.
Holly Black
I need you to be happy. I need one of us to be happy.
life conflict happy sad miserable
life regret sad hopeless
I survive at the edge of friends circles.
friends dark sad deceit lie motives
I know how to be the witness to her grief. I don't know how to be this kind of villain.
conflict sad despair
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