Jul 24, 2020
“Why?”
The bald question makes her look up at him sharply, but his brow has smoothed, and his head is cocked to the side.
No one has really asked her what is wrong, or why she might be sad. A lump forms in her throat. It has always been assumed, and why wouldn’t it? She was always closest to Robb. No one knows about Jon.
No one knows about the scraps of letters hidden beneath her satin pillow; no one knows of the private ache in her chest...
The most beautiful, bittersweet, balmy story by the wonderful @woodswit. It is rarely from my thoughts. The turn of phrase, the glimmers of heartbreak and loss and something lighter, more hopeful drifting on lilac-accented air. Oh, it is sublime. It is truly sublime.
Read it right here.
