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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"Somebody did a bad thing, but the bigger question is who cares? I wish I could, but my worries are stretched so thin it's hard to ruminate on past lives. I promised myself a future, and that will not be deterred for anything. Not even a former friend turned monster."
