The Song of Achilles

by Madeline Miller

He said, “I did not think—” And stopped. There was nothing in the world I wanted more than to hear what he had not said.

I will never leave him. It will be this, always, for as long as he will let me.

He is such a flood, I thought.

I still saw the softness in her eyes when she looked at me. I did my best to return it as I could.

I am air and thought and can do nothing.