You spend your whole life stuck in the labyrinth.
Books so special and rare and yours that advertising your affection feels like a betrayal.
To be abandoned like that! Shut out when you most need to be loved.
Nothing to be gained by worrying between now and then.
You can't just make me different, and the leave. Because I was fine before.
And I agreed, but still, she owed us an explanation. If she was up there, down there, out there, somewhere, maybe she would laugh.