Moving on starts with mourning, with grief, with sackcloth and ashes. A burial. A long black veil. You will have to say goodbye to the possibility that things could have been different, that things could have ended another way. The things that never were, will never be. Everything that was, will never be again. Handfuls of dirt dropped on to a casket. You close your eyes, take a breath, and walk away from the grave.
@doomvega@bookstodon thank you so much! I'm really glad this meant something to you. It means so much to me that it did. Thank you for reading! I appreciate it more than I can say!
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