Distract my hunger
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Authors: X. Williamson
Distract my hunger
X. Williamson
Copyright © 2011 by X. Williamson.
Library of Congress Control Number: 2011920090
ISBN: Hardcover 978-1-6176-4467-2
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CONTENTS
To
each
and
every
person
that
loves
me
or
ever
loved
me,
for
love
makes
the
world
go
round
. . .
Art
is
just
an
abstract
of
our
souls,
And
love
makes
who
we
are
. . .
PROLOGUE
Forgive
me,
for
I’m
well
aware
this
may
be
my
last
letter,
I
know
I
promised
I’d
be
there
forever,
but
I
have
failed
you
once
again.
Staying
there
implies
imminent
peril
for
her
and
I’m
not
willing
to
risk
it.
Times
are
changing
in
dangerous
ways
and
though
my
selfish
will
is
the
one
that
rules
my
impulses,
it
may
be
wise
enough
to
save
us
all.
The
road
we’ll
travel
will
be
hazardous,
I
know,
but
I
cannot
think
of
any
other
and
my
soul
is
urging
me
to
take
it.
I
will
not
tell
you
our
exact
whereabouts
to
make
sure
you
don’t
even
have
to
lie
to
the
other
council
members.
They
may
read
this
letter,
brand
me
as
a
traitor
or
even
hunt
me,
I
honestly
just
don’t
care.
My
poor
heart
knew
nothing
in
all
its
ancient
wisdom
until
my
eyes
were
finally
set
upon
her.
I
never
knew
true
love
until
I
met
the
lilac-kissed
windows
of
her
soul,
ebony
lashes
fringed
my
soul’s
perdition,
and
once
I
saw
them
I
knew
what
I
had
known
all
along.
She
could
see
right
through
me,
and
though
I
knew
my
decision
would
change
us
all,
I
could
not
bring
myself
to
take
any
other:
I
was
not
strong
enough
to
put
an
end
to
the
bearer
of
those
eyes,
and
.
.
.
she’s
flesh
of
my
flesh
after
all.
I
had
to
keep
her
and
guard
her
with
my
life.
For
her
life
now
means
more
than
my
own.
My
dear
friend,
I
don’t
think
you’ll
ever
understand
me,
but
please
believe
me
when
I
tell
you
I’m
still
me
beneath
it
all.
Wrecking
my
reputation
and
even
my
soul’s
perdition
is
worth
for
saving
her
life.
The
Council’s
decision
was
unanimous,
I
know.
I
try
but
I
cannot
even
remember
what
I
was
thinking
when
I
voted
in
favour
of
getting
rid
of
her.
Her
presence
means
peril
for
many
they
say;
they
even
believe
that
she’s
the
bearer
of
our
kind’s
doom,
but
to
be
honest,
I’m
not
so
sure.
How
can
we
be
certain
that
the
others
were
mistaken?
Do
you
honestly
believe
that
my
sweet
child
can
bring
our
end?
There’s
much
more
to
her
than
simply
that,
I’m
quite
certain
.
.
.
Oh
dear
friend,
I
tried,
believe
me
that
I
tried!
I
intended
to
make
her
the
sheath
of
my
unholy
copper
dagger
but
she
looked
at
me.
She
looked
at
me
with
her
uncanny
amethyst
eyes
and
I
felt
the
world
stopped
turning.
She
did
not
cry,
she
did
not
shout,
she
just
looked
at
me.
She
knew.