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| frostivity-deactivated20160123 asked: "Does the grief ever end?" |

how desperately the word ‘yes’ wants to leap from her tongue
and taste the freedom of air. but that answer would be a lie —
a kind fabrication. she is not capable of blatant deception and
to tell him that grief comes to an end when she has seen that
it remains throughout entire lifetimes is something she cannot
do.
« you have such an old soul you hide well behind a childish
disposition. you do already know the answer, do you not? »
still she would like to tell him that in the end, it hurts less. but
that too she feels is false. she offers him a small, genuine though
it may be the solemn tone of his question pollutes it and shows
her sympathies plainly in foggy azure hues and the subtle curving
of her lips.
« end? no. you will always remember … but you grow from
from grief and the heaviness it brings. you will be better
equipped to help others.
{ a melancholy laugh }
I know that words like this do not
mean much. not at the moment — but I hope that when you
have grown used to the loss that you will remember them.
that you truly are better for it … that you have made a difference
in others lives, though they may be short. »