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[deityoftellan-los]

I Didn't Cry Because of Tolstoy

I was ready, all packed. One step more and I’d be on the train leading to another side of the world.

And there he was, my mentor who became my best friend, casually asking me which Tolstoy or vampire book had made me cry, the one that puffed my eyes that day.

I shrugged and said, “You.”

I got on the train without saying goodbye. Nothing matters now anyway.