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[greenstorm]

6am. Wake up and feel my heart breaking.

Over and over again for the next year, at odd moments, it will catch me.

Then the year after that, though less often. Likewise the next year, and the next. It'll be less noticable each year, probably.

He loved me sometimes, and I loved him too

He wants to be together for solstice. Maybe it's because he understands that our relationship, the one where we spend the quarters together, is on the other side of the veil. He put it there.