I nod like I'm not at all unnerved by this new cold side to him. Not cruel like his father. Not warm like the husband who sought me out on quiet nights. Something in between. This Linden has never woven his fingers through mine, never chosen me from a line of weary Gathered girls, never said he loved me in a myriad of coloured lights. We are nothing to each other.
Lauren DeStefanoSomeday I'll tell you all of it," I say.
"I'd like that," he says.
"No," I say. "I promise you won't.
I wanted to be rid of him," he says. He raises my chin with his thumb. "But not if it meant being rid of you. I climbed in beside you, and you put your head in my lap. You can't think I would have left you like that."
"Look what it got you," I say.
"Tea in bed and you here in front of me," he says. "It was a terrible decision, and I confess I'd make it again.
There's not enough room for the three of us.
Lauren DeStefanoCecily peers at the murky grey liquid and frowns at a cube of meat that's floating against the rim. "What was this in a past life?" she asks.
"Pigeons and a field rabbit," Reed says. "Hunted them down myself."
"He's an excellent shot," Linden says.
"Can you eat pigeons, though?" Cecily falls back into her chair, looking a mix of disgusted and curious.
"You can eat just about anything," Reed says, dumping a ladleful into her bowl.
Ah, love. That’s what the world has lost. There’s no more love, only the illusion of it.
Lauren DeStefanoIt is the face of a girl who has seen the world, who realizes that it hates her, and who hates it in return.
Lauren DeStefanoLiving in a place like this, she must have learned how to see all the monsters that can hide a person.
Lauren DeStefanoLovers are weapons, but love is a wound.
Lauren DeStefanoI'm suddenly finding it hard to know the difference between nightmares and consciousness.
Lauren DeStefanoTags: reality nightmares
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