So you sat in the garden, huddled over on yourself as you balled, allowing the pain and anger to drag you under for the first time.
And there you stayed, allowing yourself to drown in grief because Napoleon was gone.
Napoleon was dead.
So you sat in the garden, huddled over on yourself as you balled, allowing the pain and anger to drag you under for the first time.
And there you stayed, allowing yourself to drown in grief because Napoleon was gone.
Napoleon was dead.