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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"We were all so close! But I suppose this is a reminder of our past sins, coming back to strip us of whatever's left of our childhood and thrust us back into endless mobility and action. This is our life, no point in asking for a new one now."
