SilverLyrastone
By the time Trista Erwood realised the peace she had been searching for was never going to be found at the bottom of a bottle, she was already old.
This final session will be her memoir. A goodbye to the last of her old things. This will be cautionary tale about monsters, and how they are not born, but made, piece by wretched piece.
But what are monsters, if not human? And what is more inherent to human nature than the desire to be heard?
That is why she can never regret Elijah Keane, his glass heart and slaughterhouse eyes, and everything he became.
For all his radiance, his wit, his kindness, and later, his cruelty, one thing must be remembered: he tried. So, friends, if nothing else, pity him. Understand why she allowed him the greatest mercy of them all.
Forgetting.