Some Of Her Self-hatred Had Oozed Out

These Girls... They're Going To Kill Me, Harry.

Was It Love When Somebody Filled A Space In Your Life That Yawned Inside You, Once They Had Gone?

Cobbled Streets And No Shops Open Past Six O'clock, A Communal Life That Seemed To Revolve Around Church, And Where You Could Often Hear Bird Song And Nothing Else: Gaia Felt As Though She Had Fallen Through A Portal Into A Land Lost In Time.

For In Dreams We Enter A World That Is Entirely Our Own. Let Them Swim In The Deepest Ocean Or Glide Over The Highest Cloud.

I Have No Time To Explain Now. It Is A Thrilling Tale, I Wish To Do It Justice.