It is keeping me awake every single night... The flowers that surrounded her, the old lullaby and her little whistle
But I have to continue. It is one of the promises I gave to her. Of course none of these were spoken aloud. But it was a promise after all.
To the vestige of Rue


2. Love cannot describe this

Cuttings of Threshs notes


''I know you know it. That little brother-sister thing we had going on. It was not love neither family bonding. It was like our souls clicked. Recognised our needs. Our needs for someone to cling on to. And we were clinging on each other every moment we could because of the starving and our family. We needed help. And help we got. Form each other''

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