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Part of me knows that much time has passed; there is no way for us to know how long, of course. And there’s no point in thinking of how we came to be here, my darling, but you know how my mind is prone to wander.
That morning we left, when I kissed you and I told you I’d be back, I was sure I would. It wasn’t quite in the way we’d wanted at the time, of course, in the end. But I suppose my luck had to run out sometime.
a bad ending.
- Part 6 of parsley, sage