Talia, p. 37

She met with me, found me in the market. She seemed distant, withdrawn… cold. I did not expect He would be there. I was afraid of their connection, feared learning it was truth. But shadows always mingle. In darkened rooms it is impossible to see where one ends and another begins. He threatened me, and she left. Yet, the shadow and I came to an understanding of sorts. I must speak with her again, alone if I can. I know what he asked of me, but is it what she wants? Is it something I can truly give? As for the ‘other’, I have no interest there, and would not be forced into that. It may be her choice, but it is also my own.


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