Amazing how the heart clutches at anything familiar, whimpering Mine!Mine!

“Today she wears her habitual expression of strained anxiety; she smells of viol…”

“February, month of despair,with a skewered heart in the centre.”

“If I am good enough and quiet enough, perhaps after all they will let me go; bu…”

“he might die for her, but living for her would be quite different.”