Clarke made me mindlessly,... «Jane Steele»
RamingoWS2 октября 2017Clarke made me mindlessly, achingly happy. I wanted us to share in everything; I wanted us to sail to faraway China, for us to attend a lavish costume ball, for her to be threatened with a pistol and for me to throw myself in the path of the bullet. Often as I fell asleep I fantasised she had been forced to name me as a murderess in a Reckoning, so that I might be sentenced to starve in a frigid straw-lined aerie, and as I lay dying she would visit and we should watch the stars fading through the window and I should whisper in the shell of her ear with my last breath,Never mind. I forgive you. I didn`t mind. That never happened, but apparently the worst things I can imagine still fall short of reality.
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