ELSEWHERE•••
[Hilary]
When you find yourself being born over and over again for the span of a thousand years, with every memory of what you once were returning—you slowly lose the drive to live your best life.
The need for family dulls. The desire to have children, to fall in love, to chase some grand purpose—it all fades into something distant and useless. Because you know, with bitter certainty, that the moment you die, the world won't stop.
Your husband will find someone else. Your children will grow up, start their own families. The people you loved will carry on as if you were never meant to stay—and maybe you weren't. Meanwhile, you're born again. Into another name, another life you never asked for. Wandering through the wreckage of your past, longing for people who no longer bel
