Two for Tea: Welcome to Azathé (Cambric Creek #4)

by C.M. Nascosta

“Succulents are introverts,” the sister before her continued. “That’s the mistake so many folks make. They

hear ‘succulents are easy’ and feel as if they have something to prove, because they don’t want to be the one who killed the unkillable plant. And then they overcompensate. Succulents want to be left alone to enjoy the sunshine and meditate on their existence, but too many would-be plant stewards over socialize them. Over watered, over moved, over fussed with. All they want is alone time. Not that difficult at all, as long as you respect their need for solitude.”

There are some things that transcend what we are, child. We all walk beneath the same moon, and grief is eternal.

“Grief is the wound love leaves on our heart,”

The courage of one’s convictions

is more important than their ability to engage in pointless small talk.”

“It never stops hurting, does it?” The other woman’s eyes overflowed as she shook her head. “Never. I miss them so much. Sometimes I can hardly breathe around it. It never goes away. But life goes on. You fill your days with other things, you give

your heart to new people and hope they’ll take care of it. They still walk beside us. They still hold us when we fall. And we’ll see them again, eventually.”