Perhaps I will die too, she told herself, and the thought did not seem so terrible to her. If she flung herself from the window, she could put an end to her suffering, and in the years to come the singers would write songs of her grief. Her body would lie on the stones below, broken and innocent, shaming all those who had betrayed her.
That’s why, when you find someone you want to keep around, you do something about it.
"Not only are there no happy endings," she told him, "there aren’t even any endings."
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