we live in a world someone else imagined
The moon was a worthwhile companion, Ronin walking in its pale light down to the beach and listening quietly as Sunjata explained his own situation. He gave a somewhat enigmatic smile. "It sounds to me more like you have a habit of being too hard on yourself and blaming yourself for decisions that two people contributed to." He ran a hand through his hair. "Three years is a long time of grief, changes, becoming a different person. Don't beat yourself up because you and Lusea weren't perfect for each other all over again. I don't know that I could pick things up with Vanya if she were alive again."
And wasn't that the honest truth. The decisions he had made, the man he had become - and Remi, most important of all. There was no way. "Well," he said through a sigh, "even if you don't get it again - your one - you can at least enjoy not being alone. Guilt free." He winked.
And wasn't that the honest truth. The decisions he had made, the man he had become - and Remi, most important of all. There was no way. "Well," he said through a sigh, "even if you don't get it again - your one - you can at least enjoy not being alone. Guilt free." He winked.
the dark star
