" He looks at me now. “Anyway, I want you to be careful, Meda. Careful you don’t wake up one day, an old fool with nothing but the sun-dappled memory of a dead girl to keep you company. Your mom wouldn’t want you to live like that. Remember people you have lost, but let them go. Let the memories fade.”
It’s obvious he hasn’t let her go. “Wouldn’t she want you to do the same?”
He smiles the caught smile of someone doing something they shouldn’t. “Yes, but part of the fun of loving your mom was arguing with her. "
― Eliza Crewe , Cracked (Soul Eaters, #1)