Without hope, there is no despair. There is only meaningless suffering.
~ D. Morgenstern
That alone would be Eddie's triumph in all this, that she had taught the kelpie suffering.
Was this new self awareness a gift or a curse?
Hate and love were both conceived in fear, perhaps that was why they were nearly the same thing, but only one was steeped in hope.
She had been nothing but a beloved bauble passed from a mother to a son, a decoration of vanity, devoid of identity.
