Every day the raven came to visit. Every day. For 30 years, that raven was with her, through thick and thin, right by her side. A comfort, a companion, a… friend. Something more. Something that meant more than a simple raven. It was visiting her so much that she built a perch in her room. Just for him. Just for that raven. A vestige of their love, a reminder that he could not stop sending because his love for her was so great. And then their love was used to brake the world. And now he is trapped in his cage of pain and she is now trapped in her cage of pain and duty that will not cease and spinning plates that will not stop spinning and just keep crashing and he was there but now he’s gone again and the raven visited every damn day but now that perch is empty.
How am I supposed to go out into the world and attempt to date, knowing that John Price is a figment of our imaginations and not real. What is even the point