*Seraphine*
I return to the main chamber to stare out the window. During my journey back to this safe little corner, I become melancholy. ‘The morbs’ is how my friend Sophie refers to this sadness that can weigh down a body as easily as it does a spirit.
I hadn’t meant to intrude on Langdon’s peaceful exile, but I can’t help being curious. I know people who, by outward appearances, seem perfectly happy, but inside, they struggle with all sorts of troubles and strife. I wonder what it would entail to convince him to share his plight with me.
I wonder why I am desperate for him to do so.
Because it would help to pay him back for his rescue of me? Because I might have died without him and hence I owe him? It’s so easy to try to find a convincing excuse when the truth is more difficult to
