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This time, grief and I were well-acquainted. Like an old, unwanted associate, it was my companion. It came and went in waves, slamming into me at the worst of times.
He kissed me, and then he dropped me. “Fly,” he yelled. The wind swallowed my cry as I tumbled head over heels towards the icy lake. “I hate you!” I screamed.
Luna tried to wrestle her arm from my grip. “I’m hungry!” “You’re not. You ate before we left,” was my attempt to reason with her.

