"When great trees fall,
rocks on distant hills shudder,
lions hunker down
in tall grasses,
and even elephants
lumber after safety.
When great trees fall
in forests,
small things recoil into silence,
their senses
eroded beyond fear.
When great souls die,
the air around us becomes
light, rare, sterile.
We breathe, briefly.
Our eyes, briefly,
see with
a hurtful clarity.
Our memory, suddenly sharpened,
examines,
gnaws on kind words
unsaid,
promised walks
never taken.
Great souls die and
our reality, bound to
them, takes leave of us.
Our souls,
dependent upon their
nurture,
now shrink, wizened.
Our minds, formed
and informed by their
radiance,
fall away.
We are not so much maddened
as reduced to the unutterable ignorance
of dark, cold
caves.
And when great souls die,
after a period peace blooms,
slowly and always
irregularly. Spaces fill
with a kind of
soothing electric vibration.
Our senses, restored, never
to be the same, whisper to us.
They existed. They existed.
We can be. Be and be
better. For they existed."
― Maya Angelou
RHYSAND
She had existed.
My mind was a chaotic storm of fear and loss and anger. I followed Aeden down the winding hallways until we came before a closed door.
He stopped and hesitated but a moment before he gave my shoulder a firm squeeze and then turned on his heels and left. He of all people understood how much I needed time and space and solitude in this moment.
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A Court of Tears and Starlight
FanfictionSometimes we have to give up that which we love most so that it can be saved, to be enjoyed by others, but never ourselves again. Feyre has survived beyond that terrible day under the mountain. But at what cost? Immortal, broken and unable to feel...
