[ The misery of it wells up, when he asks, he asks so plainly and so true the thing that hurts her so deeply. Cutting all the way to centre of misery itself, and spilling it as surely as this knife would spill her blood. Hot and messy, staining all it touched. ]
My husband can barely kiss me, my children weep when they see me, and my people do not meet my eye. You cannot miss what you cannot love, and I have never been loved, and never shall be! Now let me go. I am tired and I am alone.
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[ The misery of it wells up, when he asks, he asks so plainly and so true the thing that hurts her so deeply. Cutting all the way to centre of misery itself, and spilling it as surely as this knife would spill her blood. Hot and messy, staining all it touched. ]
My husband can barely kiss me, my children weep when they see me, and my people do not meet my eye. You cannot miss what you cannot love, and I have never been loved, and never shall be! Now let me go. I am tired and I am alone.