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In truth, a part of me believed that everyone I’d ever loved would come back to me again in another life, in another form.
“I hope you never lose that bottomless capacity for love. I hope you hold on to what makes you human.”
And so even when there’s no big joy—even when it feels like we’ll never leave this trench alive—there’s still the small joy. A sunset, a flask of tea. Your hand in mine.”
Battlefields and asylums, olive groves and caravels, the whole world a backdrop for our doomed love, for our infinite fates.
“It’s impossible to have bravery without fear. Bravery is picking up the fear and carrying it alongside you, rather than allowing it to block the path.”
No matter how many lives I lost, no matter how many families moved on without me, I would always be known by Arden. Perhaps he was my true homeland; our existence a language only we could speak.
And hadn’t I always known this? That to be human was to love and love and love, knowing it could only end in tragedy?
“All the years I’ve prayed for an end to this,” I whispered. “And now that ending is finally here, I’d do anything to live just one more life with you.”
Our infinite fates were no longer infinite, and nothing could have hurt more.
