The last clear thought I have is of my grandmothers rust-colored wall clock ticking away in the darkness of my apartmentmy sanctuary where I dreamed and desired and hoped for goodness and love. I wonder how long that clock will tick without anyone around to hear it. I wonder if maybe I should have taken my grandmothers silverware or jewelry instead. I wonder if I knew then what I know now if I still would have approached Jade that first night and invited her into my life, only to watch as she took it from me and fed it to some Godless thing, as my mother had called it. Would I still have given myself over to her, knowing it would end the same way, with the barbaric flicker of hope that this time she could love me?
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About J. Tonzelli, The End of Summer: Thirteen Tales of Halloween
J. Tonzelli, The End of Summer: Thirteen Tales of Halloween.
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- Love — Quotes exploring romantic love, compassion, and human connection