Maybe if you could name the wound, you could begin to heal. But what about the nameless kind? What about the nameless kind?






"At the moment," she said, lifting her head slowly. "I can describe pain. I can draw you the very intricacies of its' inescapable clutches. I can use insufficient human language to explain what it feels like to lose a piece of every single memory or feeling you've ever had. I can describe the wound of loss. But, I'm sorry. I can't tell you about healing. Not because I don't want to. But, because I don't know what it feels like yet."

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