In the summer of 1945, Vivian understood what hate was.
She thought about hatred and losing her mind, but it wasn't until she heard the bad things about that person that she suddenly realized it. The subconscious tension made her feel as if she had returned to the summers they spent together for more than ten years in an instant.
"Am I your special one? Please hold my hand if you are sad."
"Pitifully stupid."
But the hand Vivian held quietly told her otherwise.
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"Is the first thing forgotten after death is the appearance or the voice?"
"It's a shortcoming."
The most imperfect little girl learns to make peace with herself after death.
If you knew those were the last four years of your life.
Intention: deep love