" When I first met you, you seemed easily categorized, Lux. Like one of my herbs. 'Nettles: a remedy for night sweats, fatigue, and releasing excess mucus.' I like things to be defined. It calms me, brings order to my life. So on your first visit, I thought, 'Lux Lysander: flighty, scared, we'll never see her again.' On your second visit, I thought, 'Sweet, a bit of a dreamer.' And now, on your third visit, it's clear I have to recalibrate once again."
She nodded briskly. "Intuitive, honest, clear-thinking, and loyal."
I looked at her openmouthed, letting the praise sink in. Each adjective was like a little firework burst, spreading its fingers of heat over the surface of my skin.
"I'm not done," she said. "Compassionate, resourceful, intelligent."
My eyes welled up.
"Worthy," she finished.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I thought I'd lost those parts of me."
"Nothing is ever lost," said Martha. "Only forgotten. All that's needed is one person who remembers, one person who realizes it is still there."
The door to a long-abandoned room inside me that I hadn't even known existed until this minute began to open. Sweet, fresh air poured in. "
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She nodded briskly. "Intuitive, honest, clear-thinking, and loyal."I looked at her openmouthed, letting the praise sink in. Each adjective was like a little firework burst, spreading its fingers of heat over the surface of my skin.
"I'm not done," she said. "Compassionate, resourceful, intelligent."
My eyes welled up.
"Worthy," she finished.
I swallowed the lump in my throat. "I thought I'd lost those parts of me."
"Nothing is ever lost," said Martha. "Only forgotten. All that's needed is one person who remembers, one person who realizes it is still there."
The door to a long-abandoned room inside me that I hadn't even known existed until this minute began to open. Sweet, fresh air poured in." style="width:100%;margin:20px 0;"/>