He flicked his hand in a gesture I had seen before, just once. Years ago, that movement had sent my wedding crown spiraling into the sky. I’d thought it was lost in the depths of the sea, but he had told me to look up into the night, where I would see it burn for eternity. I could not hear what he said now, but it can only have been one thing. Good-bye. My eyes stared blankly at him, but I hoped he could hear me say it back as the blood pulsing within me hardened and froze and the last flicker of my mind petrified into stone.
fucking stupid.
