Isn't it lovely, all alone?
Heart made of glass, my mind of stone
Libby Clarke is pretty used to being alone, some would say it's her default. To be unloved, for her protection and for others.
Who knew so much could change in just a year?
And after...
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"My life has been a constant string of hopes dashing in front of my eyes, and I was a fool to believe that had ever changed. However, they were fools to think they could ever break me."
