Sibyll (oneiromantic) wrote,

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From the diary of my great-great-grandmother...

Cassandra Trelawney, famed Seer. . . I remember the passage, near to those loving holidays (particularly the near approaching St. Valentine's Day), as it embodies the pains in many souls near to me, and I felt it might do honor to her memory to share. . .

I wandered through the gloomy, darkened streets after the close of another tender holiday, and attempted to reorder my mind, despite the flux of feeling assaulting me from the closed shops and dimly lit homes beyond the cobblestone paths. I began to open my mind's eye, where it had clenched shut against the power of it all, and the sheer clamour and vibrance overwhelmed me. A cacophany of instinct, and sound, and remorse attacked me, from all the feverish brains in love, at the passing of the artificial human warmth that comes this time of year, and from the broken hearts in exquisite pain, and the lonely souls in mourning. . . This great sense of desperation and fear and longing washed up against me in powerful waves, as the utter, desolate solitude of so many sad and empassioned beings cried out and into the night; "Love me!" they said. "Oh, Love me!" they wept, "please," they whispered. . .
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