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Autumn #6


I’d cope alone.
Then, a memory flashed before me: six weeks previously Seas told me about her mother, their rapidly disintegrating relationship. How since her Dad left five years before, her mother had become increasingly withdrawn, and Seas, frightened and alone, fell silent too. They barely spoke.
“Tell her you love her,” I said, “Whatever happens, happens.”
“But she might have stopped loving me!” Seas blurted, sobbing. “What if that’s her reply to me: ‘I don’t love you anymore?’”
That hadn’t happened. Mum had felt she was losing Seasons, too.
It’s so damn important, isn’t it?” Seas said afterwards.

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