Robyn

“I’m afraid of losing those memories. I’m afraid that I failed, that I didn’t do enough to protect innocent people, because I couldn’t find La Plume. I’m afraid that I’m becoming dangerous too. I’m afraid of losing myself every single day.” He lays a warm palm over the streaks of tears on my cheek. His lips thin to a taut line as he tries to control the shine gathering in his eyes. “I was afraid of loving another daughter when I’d already had one taken from me. I am afraid of forgetting you, my Harper.” I grip onto Arthur’s upper arms. I can feel the bone. There’s hardly any muscle left there at all. I’ve seen the photos of Arthur when he was young. A lean, strong, force of a man. I can’t stop the slow, merciless march of time. But I do make a promise I know I can keep. “If you do forget me someday, I’ll remind you. And I’ll never forget you.”
― Brynne Weaver, Harvest Season