The girl who plays Talisa Maegyr in Game of Thrones is the same girl who tells John she doesn’t want to compete with Sherlock Holmes oh my god.
Someone says “They died last week,” and there are only two answers.
“I am sorry for your loss.” But how can they be lost when you know exactly where they are? How can you be sorry when they are dead and dead and dead and they will only ever be dead from this point on. And dead used to be a word only used for other people, and not the girl with golden hair and emerald eyes who loved to read and run and smile. And not for the girl who smelled like roses. And not for the girl with hair blacker than ash.
“How?” And you want to scream because why should it matter how they are gone? Isn’t it enough that they are just gone and nothing else? Like stars in the sky that are dead and dead and dead again. Stars that are there but have already died and the light they shine is old news and new stars are being born. How, how, how, like a rhyme in a song.