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Nobility and self-sacrifice sound wonderful in theory, but now he’s seen how it feels. A dead hero is still dead at the end of the day, and you’re still alone.

Ann Aguirre

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Ann Aguirre
Age: 54
Born: 1970
Born: August 27
Author
Novelist
Science Fiction Writer
Writer
the United States of America
Ellen Connor
Ava Gray
Dead
Self
Seen
Feels
Wonderful
Alone
Sound
Nobility
Hero
Ends
Sacrifice
Stills
Theory
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Stalkers lips curled into a sneer. You won't make a move without him, huh? That's embarrassing. No, I said softly. It just hurts because you wish it was you.
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Don't worry he tells me tenderly. It doesn't matter who you've been, who you are, or who you become. I'm with you every step of the way.
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His face held a certain impassivity you see it in all waiters and valets. They might want to jam a knife through your left eye socket, but you'd never know it from their expression. Working retail, I've acquired a similar look myself.
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My heart should be breaking, too, but there comes a point when you’re so inured to loss that you no longer feel the lash.
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He went in, lean and deadly, and ended the creature with a lightning-fast spike of his blade. It shrieked, likely altering the rest. The death call carried like a mournful song.
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But wishes were empty thoughts, cast down a dark hole. They didn't come true unless you worked for them. I'd learned that about the world, if nothing more.
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It’s easy to do right when everything goes right. But let everything go wrong, and see how difficult it becomes.
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For love to flourish there has to be trust. Promises don’t matter as much as personal choice.
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There’s a hollow where he used to be, and it echoes with self-imposed loss.
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My skill didn't lie in planning battles, only in fighting them.
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He would bear scars because of me, as I carried them for him.
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But I miss the woman I was, even as I learn to accept the new creature I’ve become.
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There were different kinds of strength. I knew that now. It didn't always come from a knife or a willingness to fight. Sometimes it came from endurance, where the well ran deep and quiet. Sometimes it came from compassion and forgiveness.
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I don’t like anyone knowing anything about me that I didn’t choose to tell them.
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Sometimes I miss the old me.
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He'd said the sun could burn me. It certainly looked angry enough, all orange and glowing mad.
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She carries chaos like an overcoat.
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Love sounded terrible if it made you so weak, you couldn't survive with out it.
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I found it curious that people kept animals for companionship and not food. When I'd asked Mama Oaks when she planned to cook the fat creature that slept in a basket in the kitchen, her eyes almost popped out of her head. Since then, she'd kept her pet away from me, like she suspected I meant to turn it into stew. Clearly, I had a lot to learn.
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They say funerals are not for the dead but for the living. Those rites are what permit you to move on, so if you don't deal with the remains, you can never deal with the memories. That might be true we may have walked in their dust down on Venice Minor, but it's not the same as a proper good-bye.
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