Our discreditable secret is that we don't know anything at all, and our horrid inner secret is that we don't care that we don't - Dylan Thomas
Saturday, March 14, 2009
she held him to her heart one last time. and then, as the fingers gave way, she let him fall to the side. abandoning him and his memories. it was the last time. he would never call for her again. and she would find her redemption in the death that only she could have caused. to her, he became nonexistent. like she was to someone else. like she would be to another.