[ He doesn’t fail to notice her sorrow, though he chooses not to speak of it. A look and a nod is enough, unless she invites further discussion. And Sierra, he knows, is not the type to bear her heart out—even to him. In many ways, they are different—she is closed off; he is openhearted. She is eternal; he is fleeting.
But they have grief in common—they have their lost loves. In the end, he knows that he will not be the one to heal her heart. ]
To close oneself off from misery…I cannot bear the thought. How would we know happiness then?
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[ He doesn’t fail to notice her sorrow, though he chooses not to speak of it. A look and a nod is enough, unless she invites further discussion. And Sierra, he knows, is not the type to bear her heart out—even to him. In many ways, they are different—she is closed off; he is openhearted. She is eternal; he is fleeting.
But they have grief in common—they have their lost loves. In the end, he knows that he will not be the one to heal her heart. ]
To close oneself off from misery…I cannot bear the thought. How would we know happiness then?