prompt 21: “I love you - I am at rest with you - I have come home” - Dorothy L. Sayers
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“and where is home for you now, tartaglia?”
her words are chilling; planting an icy flower that blooms in his chest and freezes the blood in his veins. he thinks of the letters he carries in his breast pocket, and of a silver ring that no longer decorates his finger. he thinks of promises broken, and of apologies shared; of soft sand and delicate seashells; of wretched hopes and traitorous dreams.
he thinks of home, and he thinks of you.