Rafiga Hajiyeva
@Naznian
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“We see everything through the filter of our own desires and regrets, hopes and fears.”
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Anyone, Eliza is thinking, who describes dying as 'slipping away' or 'peaceful' has never witnessed it happen. Death is violent, death is struggle. The body clings to life, as ivy to a wall, and will not easily let go, will not surrender its grip without a fight.
His face breaks into a smile, his eyes examining her intently, and he flops back to the bed. 'Do you know,' he says, addressing the covering above him, 'that this is the foremost reason I love you?'
'That I cannot sleep in the air?'
'No. That you see the world as no one else does.'
"She grows up feeling wrong, out of place, too dark, too tall, too unruly, too opinionated, too silent, too strange. She grows up with the awareness that she is merely tolerated, an irritant, useless, that she does not deserve love, that she will need to change herself substantially, crush herself down if she is to be married. She grows up, too, with the memory of what it meant to be properly loved, for what you are, not what you ought to be."