“Tomorrow,” he told me gravely. “We shall be ourselves again. The Fool and the Bastard. Or the White Prophet and the Catalyst, if you will. We will have to take up those lives, as little as we care for them, and fulfil all fate has decreed for us. But for here, for now, just between us, and for no other reason save I am me and you are you, I tell you this. I am glad, glad that you are alive. To see you take breath puts the breath back in my lungs. If there must be another my fate is tied around, I am glad it is you.”
About the author
I love to write and read. My cat's name is Simon. I'd like to work in publishing. I'm a Christian with a heart for missions. I will see the wide world. A college girl documenting life. :)