shewolves:ash on an old man's sleeveis all the ash the burnt roses leave.dust in the air suspendedma
shewolves:ash on an old man's sleeveis all the ash the burnt roses leave.dust in the air suspendedmarks the place where a story ended.t. s. eliot.six years — two and a half years of high school, three and a half of college — and not a week passed by that something failed to remind her of beacon hills and the homecoming dance she never went to and the boy her family never let her love. (or did she love him? had time built something within her rather than torn it down?) then there was a call from her father with tears in his throat and a hard edge to his voice. kate was dead. she wasn’t going to graduate with her class. her degree would have to wait. she was being torn away again, but this time she was whisked off somewhere achingly familiar. she didn’t understand the sense of loss she felt upon crossing into the city’s limits until she saw the charred remains of the hale house. -- source link
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