Chapter 57
Onaria bounced on the balls of her feet as she waited at the train station.
I'm leaving. Hopefully not alone. She half wondered if Jool might change his mind.
After all, he'd made it clear by never making a bold move that he considered her just a friend. A good friend. They shared almost everything. Having meals together. Seeing plays. Sometimes just talking for hours on end. The moments she cherished.
Then there was the obsessed Jool. The one who spent all his time in that damnable library of his, poring over old books that no one could read. Not even him. He preferred burying himself among things long dead, rather than live.
Time ticked. Faster and faster. So little time left and things left undone. She'd never properly kissed Jool. Or anything else. She'd never had a child. Never would. Would never dig her toes in the hot sands of Haedeez.