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Give me a few days of peace in your arms━I need it terribly. I'm ragged, worn, exhausted. After that I can face the world.
HENRY MILLER.
I was a girl gulping a woman's grief.
MELISSA FORBES.
⠀⠀⠀⠀Lune Sion, the woman who had torn herself apart and stitched herself back together with red thread, considers severing that thread once and for all. Severing it would end everything. The pain. The grief. The sorrow. Everything. She tried. Numerous times but to no avail, there is always someone there to stop her. The person tied to the end of that red thread━keeping it from getting too loose, too tight━stops her every time. She tied that red thread when she stitched herself back together, but not to herself, to another soul.
