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the unbearable weight of being human was beginning to wear me down. The constant cycle of love and loss, as inevitable and natural as the rolling seasons.
we took our final breath beneath the indifferent stars.
like our hands were puzzle pieces always meant to slot together.
“My love for you could fill an ocean, Evelyn.” There was an awful resignation to her tone. “But it can’t stop the tide of time.”
I do this to protect you. Do you understand that? That I would lay my body over yours, war after war after war, life after life after life?”
The sky was an apathetic grey over the rolling land, and the fields were a muted patchwork of brown and gold and green. In the middle distance, a stream burbled.
“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.”
That was the great peril of living in perpetual hope, of letting unbridled optimism inform your every move.
Our earth is the most precious thing we have. We do not think enough about protecting it.”
That night in the trenches, when I told you I would lay my body over yours, war after war after war, life after life after life.
I’d spent years mourning my own mother: a raindrop falling through the cracks in my cupped palms, returning irrevocably to the scorched earth below. The necessary cycle, the fountain of life, but still so unbearably painful. I longed for her embrace with a thirst I could never slake.
I had the heart of a fool, and I never learned.
had the heart of a fool, and I never learned. How many times would fate teach me the same lesson before I listened?
