Mar 6
you look like spring herself. chassim, i fear i won’t come back to you this time. the worst fate i can imagine is to wake in this room and find you gone. shall we have a final meal together, chassim? it feels good to be alive. selden vestrit fostered by khuprus, you are the first man i’ve ever talked with. do you know that? do you think i am hateful? you have not seemed so to me. it is nothing to do with us, my friend. don’t go without me! we will still die together. will you have a last cup of tea with me? i would rather have a kiss. my first and last, i think. to be touched by a man with gentleness. i wish we could live.