The promise of loneliness wasn’t the same as loneliness itself. Corbin knew, because it was the promise of loneliness that descended that day. It was loneliness itself that he’d felt over the last few years. Loneliness that ached with the throb of a thousand hearts. Loneliness that turned certain parts of himself to stone to stop that throbbing ache because it was easier to cut some things off than to feel the pain of them.
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