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It doesn’t hurt, and sometimes I wish it did. With pain comes remembrance. The throb and ache of loss is a constant reminder of the person who no longer exists. When you hurt, you remember everything so clearly because the pain forces you to. When you stop hurting, you forget.
"To the Styx?" I offer.
"To the Styx." This is the echo that is heard across lifetimes.
