I grew up thinking monsters could be slain."
"Ah," he said. "And I grew up thinking people were the monsters.
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I grew up thinking monsters could be slain."
"Ah," he said. "And I grew up thinking people were the monsters.
The anticipation of the loss hurts nearly as much as the loss itself. You find yourself trying to hold on to every detail, because you'll never have them again.
This was how normal people survived their own fairy tales.
They became their own kind of monster.