who said this must be all or nothing.
He turned away, and suddenly she thought about the old children's story, where the stupid girl opens the box that God gave her, and all the evils of the world fly out, except Hope, which stays at the bottom; and she wondered what Hope was doing in there in the first place, in with all the bad things. Then the answer came to her, and she wondered how she could've been so stupid. Hope was in there because it was evil too, probably the worst of them all, so heavy with malice and pain that it couldn't drag itself out of the opened box. — K. J. Parker, Sharps ———————— ctrl z desperate to undo fighting to erase remnants from the past fragments tug softly fade gently too deeply imprinted whispers faint lingering quiet haunting spooked mirages disguised as promises dragging desire landing like comets traces lurking in the shadows trembling in the hands searching for a way forward ctrl y tell me why yearning for a redo caught between the two stretched fingers reaching for the z an...
