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"I've been looking for you... next time warn me when you're going."

"You saw me going."

"You saw me?"

"Yes."

"[...] and I left Nathanael suffering in York. I left Nathan choking in Metz; and I left Marquis De drowning in his naiveté in Paris. The only one I take with me is a young boy, a dreamer and a raging soldier - I'm leaving France with Lafayette."

— excerpt from a book I'm not writing any time soon

Her Loss

People expect her suffering to be beautiful,  like death floats in on gossamer wings and she mourns  by a windowsill, her tears few and far between, meaningful like diamonds, even her grief must be free of flaws,  her loss becomes a sacrifice, an inspiration, afterwards  she will volunteer at a soup kitchen, run a marathon, become a doctor, a therapist, a silent wife. She finds herself  in the quiet, she is always lurking in the dark, every gentle word she speaks feels like screaming into an empty hallway, she bites her tongue until it bleeds and everyone calls her  strong.