My own, my own... [she exhales, pushing out into the hallway.
over her shoulder:] I buried you and the rest of my life ages ago, Darin. Far and deep. And I kept the engravings in my heart, so were I to run my hands along them, so to speak, the echoes of it would remain without having to feel the full force of that loss.
I did this instead of accepting the gift of erasing it entirely for my own sake, because I am too proud and too stubborn to do otherwise. And there are consequences to that I accepted.
Finding the ghosts of my life walking before me, with no recollection of me or the value they hold in my heart, was not one of those consequences.
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over her shoulder:] I buried you and the rest of my life ages ago, Darin. Far and deep. And I kept the engravings in my heart, so were I to run my hands along them, so to speak, the echoes of it would remain without having to feel the full force of that loss.
I did this instead of accepting the gift of erasing it entirely for my own sake, because I am too proud and too stubborn to do otherwise. And there are consequences to that I accepted.
Finding the ghosts of my life walking before me, with no recollection of me or the value they hold in my heart, was not one of those consequences.
[she starts back down the hall.]