❝ Running might take her forward, it could even take her home;
but it couldn't take her back—not ten minutes, ten hours,
not ten years or days. And that was tough, as Hely would say.
Tough: since back was the way she wanted to go,
since the past was the only place she wanted to be. ❞
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Donna Tartt, The Little Friend
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In Fields Where Roses Fade | H. Winter, The Secret History
Fanfiction"For what it's worth, Henry, you have nothing to prove to me." "And when it all falls apart?" "I'll be there."
