I notice Rose, dressed in a silk black robe, by the coffee pot. She tries to fix the machine, but Connor whispers to her too, drawing her away from the broken thing. With fire beneath her yellow-green gaze, Rose looks just as unaltered by the years. Just as fucking immortal. Just as enduring. Is it surprising—that they’d be equal in this measure too? It never has been to me. As I pass them to the side door, I see their spouse’s names on their lips. Richard. Rose. War and love is in their eyes
-Krista Ritchie
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