i’m sobbing and im not even anywhere close to being done, why is this destroying me with every fibre of my being rn.
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“in those moments he wished, perversely, that he had never met her, that it was surely worse to have had her for so brief a period than to never have had her at all.”
and
“although he tried every to remember the promise he’d made to her, every day it became more and more remote, until it was just a memory, and so was she, a beloved character from a book he’d read long ago”
by Bibliophile-14