‘I will miss you.’
‘So you have said.’
‘Do you have to go?’
‘I do.’
‘Will you come back to warm an old man’s bed again?’
‘I will.’
Lacrimosa’s heart, supposing she had one, felt suspiciously heavy. She didn’t like the feeling. He was just another conquest after all.
‘Then come. Time grows near and we have taken too much of it already when we should have been preparing.’ Continue reading Requiem by Katy O’Dowd