I'm absolutely dreading reading the final two chapters in The Subtle Knife tonight: “Alamo Gulch“ and “Bloodmoss“.
But in order to live we cannot avoid the difficult bits or the moments that hurt. So I'll enter into these pages knowing and dreading what awaits while embracing this metaphor for myself to be brave.
“What did he ever do that you needed to kill him?“ he cried. “ Tell me that, if you can!“
And she looked at the dead man. Then she looked back at Will and shook her head sadly.
“No, I can't explain,“ she said. “You're too young. It wouldn't make sense to you. I loved him. That's all. That's enough.“