I don’t know how to explain it, but that chapter (modern) hurt in a way I wasn’t ready for. It wasn’t tragic. It was soft—so soft it almost felt like hope. They were just… living. Smiling in a world that finally loved them back. And maybe that’s what broke me. Because it was so beautiful, so gentle, so right—and I knew it wasn’t real. It hurts too much, but I don’t have the right words for the kind of pain it left behind. It’s the kind that just sits there in your chest, quietly reminding you of everything they never got… and everything they should have.
I don’t know how to explain it, but that chapter (modern) hurt in a way I wasn’t ready for. It wasn’t tragic. It was soft—so soft it almost felt like hope. They were just… living. Smiling in a world that finally loved them back. And maybe that’s what broke me. Because it was so beautiful, so gentle, so right—and I knew it wasn’t real. It hurts too much, but I don’t have the right words for the kind of pain it left behind. It’s the kind that just sits there in your chest, quietly reminding you of everything they never got… and everything they should have.