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“I dreamed of my friends, when we were girls together. When I sleep, I am with them, ageless. We’re all barefoot girls with long plaited hair and baby teeth.”
“I’m nervous.” “Don’t be nervous, Mari. The pain isn’t nearly as bad as you might think.” “No, I’m not scared of the pain. I’m scared of you seeing me… like this. Seeing all of me… you know…” She motions to her chest, and Lottie laughs. “You’re hardly the first naked woman I’ve seen.” Blushing, she says, “But you are the first I’ve seen, and the first whom I’ll let see me. And it doesn’t help that you’re so—” “So sour?” Lottie interrupts coldly. She shakes her head and looks down, playing with her necklace. “I was going to say beautiful.” Lottie stiffens at the sudden compliment. “I’m
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It’s delicate, desperate, it’s the universe meeting itself for the first time. It is everything and still not enough.
You belong with me, she thinks, but she does not say it, for she knows that it is not wholly true. For the first time, she thinks that she and Lottie may share a fate: They belong to no one. They are alone.
She curses the world, just as the world has cursed her. She knows not what to say to this beautiful, broken girl in front of her. There is no comfort that she can offer, no peace that she may give.
“You are everything that I cannot have,” Marigold says, which is the closest thing to the truth that she can conf...
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Because I am desperately in love with you and I feel my heart bleeding out every time I look into your eyes. Because I feel like I am suffocating every time I think of how my curse broke you. Because right now I would rather be dead than say the things I’m saying to you, but I don’t have a choice.
People do not often dream of dying, but they should. They should dream of a warm supper at a big table where every seat is full, then lying in their bed made of fresh linens, and the final page of a book that they will read before blowing out a candle for the last time. They should dream of being old and soft and blissfully tired, of having made so many memories that their heart cannot hold any more, of being ready to walk away from their body and into a world of stars. That is what death should be—
