The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

As for the goddess’s answer, I did not care. I would have no need of her. I did not plan to live after he was gone.

:((

I knelt, and pressed his hands to my face. My cheeks flowed with tears unending, like water over dark rock. “For me then,” I said. “Save them for me. I know what I am asking of you. But I ask it. For me.”

TEARS

“You have never deserved him. I do not know why he ever loved you. You care only for yourself!”

Tea