( the night has a thousand eyes ,
the day but one ;
the light of the bright world dies
the dying sun .
mind has a thousand eyes ,
the heart but one :
the light of a whole life dies
when love is done . )
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She shouldn't be crying.
If her brothers could see her she knew what they'd say: don't waste your tears.
She shouldn't be crying, but she can't stop.
If her father were still alive she knew what he'd say, too: Michael Bassey once said 'falling in love is dying by the cupid's bow.'
Kit is dying a slow and painful death. She's been sick for years, the violent infection spreading to her heart and soul, consuming every part of her. She's been ill for years; then her heart shattered.
It killed her.
So Kit's crying even though she shouldn't. She shouldn't be collapsed against the door, and she shouldn't be clutching the worn leather pamphlet of Francis William Bourdillon's best works.
But she is.
And she'll stay there for hours. Because the light of a whole life dies when love is done. Her injury was inflicted on her years ago, and arrows hurt ten times more when it's pulled out.
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( post breakup kit ! now that the series is over i'm hoping the asoue fandom grows - so i've started writing again. hopefully it didn't turn out terrible. :') )