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The Wake Neil Gaiman

I don’t know… Death’s a funny thing. I used to think it was a big, sudden thing, like a huge owl that would swoop down out of the night and carry you off. I don’t anymore. I think it’s a slow thing. Like a thief who comes to your house day after day, taking a little thing here and a little thing there, and one day you walk round your house and there’s nothing there to keep you, nothing to make you want to stay. And then you lie down and shut up for ever.

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The Wake Neil Gaiman

Reklam

Ex Nihilo Dutluk

@calzifer·

1y

These things alone do I now regret: Things left unsaid. And he is gone, and I am old.

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The Wake Neil Gaiman

Ex Nihilo Dutluk

@calzifer·

1y

He loved me. I do not doubt that. In hindsight, I do not believe that I loved him: I simply felt his love for me, burning and all-consuming, and reflected it back, as the cold light of the moon reflects the light of the sun. I did not know that, at the time. I thought I loved him. Gradually, his interest in me waned, although I doubt he realized it. He had me, after all; he had installed me in his world, in his castle. He no longer needed to woo me; and he returned to work. To his duties. I was there when he wanted me. It was… Enough for him. And when the light of his love was off me, I realized that I did not love him, and I had never loved him.

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The Wake Neil Gaiman