Part Nine: "The fear of death follows from the fear of life; a person who lives fully is prepared to die at any time."
Gemma once told me goodbye as she held my hand. She said that she was content with her departure, except that she would be leaving me. I asked her to stay, because nobody wanted to. If she truly wanted to, if she truly loved me, she would stay. But we do not control the matters of the heart, especially the matters of the heart failing.
So she says to me goodbye, and she says to me that she loves me, and she says to me that those who love you still part, but it is never by choice. She holds my hand, and she says goodbye.
And for the first time, somebody who loves me has watered my garden.
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The Liberosist
FanfictionLiberosist: One who desires to care less about things. "You know what they say...those who are heartless once cared too much." There is a world where love cuts you deep - literally. Each time you fall in love, a cut appears on your arm. Each time yo...
