(...) and he remembered the seven years he had waited for her to come back, the countless days he'd stood on this terrace staring down at the gorge as the rational part of his mind tried to convince the obsessive madness that lived in him of her likely death. The gorge, deep and without end, hadn't existed until the first time he'd imagined her erased from existence.
(...) and he remembered the seven years he had waited for her to come back, the countless days he'd stood on this terrace staring down at the gorge as the rational part of his mind tried to convince the obsessive madness that lived in him of her likely death. The gorge, deep and without end, hadn't existed until the first time he'd imagined her erased from existence.