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He might never know how much of what he remembered was invented or imagined. There was no single, verifiable truth. There was only memory. He could choose his own truth, decide whether she had stopped loving him or had never loved him at all.

(i'm going insaneeeeee this is so good)

(I just love men who truly know how to simp)

She let a stream of spittle fall from her lips into the place where his eye would have been. “Forgiveness is for God,” she told him. “I am but a woman.”