The word is drawn so easily to the front of Effy's eyes, where it's been practically burned into her line of sight for some time now. She's had it murmured into her ear, she's had it folded carefully into a paper crane, she's had it displayed repeatedly over seemingly endless pages of a notebook, scrawled in any number of manners, sometimes desperate, sometimes all too ordered.
Freddie says that he'll love her forever, but Effy doesn't deserve that. Anabelle, however. Anabelle may very well.
"Nothing's forever," she replies. "But that's how you know you'll find her again."
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Forever.
The word is drawn so easily to the front of Effy's eyes, where it's been practically burned into her line of sight for some time now. She's had it murmured into her ear, she's had it folded carefully into a paper crane, she's had it displayed repeatedly over seemingly endless pages of a notebook, scrawled in any number of manners, sometimes desperate, sometimes all too ordered.
Freddie says that he'll love her forever, but Effy doesn't deserve that. Anabelle, however. Anabelle may very well.
"Nothing's forever," she replies. "But that's how you know you'll find her again."