[ sorry, she wants to blurt, battering at the front of her mind and begging to be set free. she imprisons it, instead — presses it back into a dark corner, abandoned. if she were in clara's shoes, she wouldn't want her own raw vulnerability brought under the light, grated by any sign of pity. ]
you have me now. double the love should keep your flowers alive.
[ and the memory of clara's mother, along with it. ]
it's a little sad, isn't it? how tragic things tend to be the most beautiful.
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you have me now. double the love should keep your flowers alive.
[ and the memory of clara's mother, along with it. ]
it's a little sad, isn't it? how tragic things tend to be the most beautiful.