[ Amber speaks of sunshine as the good thing even if she has always been partial to the night sky, no matter that the stars aren't real. They may not be old photographs of giant orbs made of burning gas but more than that. Lives, of people like her and his sister. Isn't that more poetic? More meaningful? But she would understand his sentiment. No more goodness. Even sugar loses its sweetness. Fire loses its warmth. Everything is dulled and tasteless and bland. It's as if she has lost not only her attachment to that single person who matters more than universes, but to the world.
Untethered and without purpose. It's a sad thing to admit that finding her end here and now would be less of a tragedy than dragging her feet and walking on... towards what exactly?
Nothing. Nothing matters anymore. She doesn't even care to dry her eyes. ]
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Untethered and without purpose. It's a sad thing to admit that finding her end here and now would be less of a tragedy than dragging her feet and walking on... towards what exactly?
Nothing. Nothing matters anymore. She doesn't even care to dry her eyes. ]
The best parts of him or the worst?