No one ever stepped forward to protect me, Inspector. I wonder why I should feel any driving sense of duty to protect anyone else. Let me tell you something about love. It can be very cruel and very greedy. I’ve had done with it. And that has given me a freedom that I cherish.

Reality never matched their dreams; happiness was just around the corner — a corner they never turned. And the source of it all was the human mind.

The park admits the wind, the petals lift and scatter  like versions of myself I was on the verge of becoming; and ten years on  and ten blocks down I still can’t tell whether this dispersal resembles  a fist unclenching or waving goodbye.

Written By Rachel Wetzsteon

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