Seth gave her that: a private space to believe in the illusion of normalcy.
I’ve never loved anyone the way I love you,” he whispered. “Lucky them.
[Keenan] 'What am I going to do?' He sank to the floor. [Donia] 'Hope that some of us are kinder to you than you've been to us,' she whispered. Then, before she could soften again, she walked away and left the Summer King kneeling in her foyer.
The world is too fascinating to limit yourself to one path or one sort of people.
Rejoice as summer should...chase away sorrows by living.
Not 'Don' in that I-m-sorry-and-now-you'll-forgive-me-like-you-always-do-way. Not this time, Keenan." (Donya)