Aman’s Reviews > The River Has Roots > Status Update

There was a poem on the singed and sodden page.

To Ysabel, my pretty belle,
My little love, my willow,
How great you make my heart to swell
With your longest hair of yellow.

But then, beneath it, in a different, jagged, twisting hand:

Demand better.

fekkkk

fucking kill me dead why don't you

“I missed you,” she whispered, sinking down to the ground with them, as Rin pulled her close.

“Since this afternoon?” they murmured, looking at her the way she sometimes looked at sunsets, or the afternoon light winding its way through willow leaves.

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"There was a grammar, too, to gifts."
i better get some more time with these two!!!