His Estella

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I let the story seep into me, let the words shed light on my own shadow-distorted memories that had haunted me since first her existence was made known to me; never before had I thought of, never before had I found, a more perfect explanation for what it was than this:

She was,
to him,
His Estella,
Lovely
And terrible
All the same.

 

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