[ it's as though they speak the same language, she thinks, different from the way of worlds or nations. what they say, and what they mean, they don't always align, but understanding still makes the journey. wanting and not wanting, that's the way of things, isn't it? nobody ever truly wants to know of another's suffering, unless they know that the suffering exists from the start. she understands his meaning perfectly.
she would mistake him for a monster, if he weren't so human.
but this means she has to tell him something, wants to, at least, make their burdens mutual, but some secrets are just too large for this conversation.
she purses her lips, and, finally, breathes out. ]
A few months ago, someone arrived from my hometown. Someone I knew, a long time ago.
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she would mistake him for a monster, if he weren't so human.
but this means she has to tell him something, wants to, at least, make their burdens mutual, but some secrets are just too large for this conversation.
she purses her lips, and, finally, breathes out. ]
A few months ago, someone arrived from my hometown. Someone I knew, a long time ago.
He didn't know me.