Before he took me, he made it so that my parents gradually forgot my existence. They lived happily without any other children and were dead by the time I returned. There wasn't anyone else who mattered that remembered me either.
[There is a large gap between the Amelia Henry knows now and the one in this memory. Just how many broken pieces were there of this witch and how many times has she had to pick them up?]
And I was angry Henry. Angry, but battered down, overwhelmed by sudden freedom and anxious over abandonment. All I had was magic but it was never going to be enough to retaliate against the monster who gave it to me and taught me in the first place. But most of all, I was tired. So tired of having to focus all of myself on him and that included that anger.
[Amelia stands up still leaning against the bookshelf.]
... One more memory. And that's all for tonight.
[The sound of a windchime can be heard in the distance.]
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[There is a large gap between the Amelia Henry knows now and the one in this memory. Just how many broken pieces were there of this witch and how many times has she had to pick them up?]
And I was angry Henry. Angry, but battered down, overwhelmed by sudden freedom and anxious over abandonment. All I had was magic but it was never going to be enough to retaliate against the monster who gave it to me and taught me in the first place. But most of all, I was tired. So tired of having to focus all of myself on him and that included that anger.
[Amelia stands up still leaning against the bookshelf.]
... One more memory. And that's all for tonight.
[The sound of a windchime can be heard in the distance.]