And the cruelest sin an immortal can commit is to love something mortal.
It is a curse to live a long life. To slowly outgrow the things you love most, to have to witness every kind of changes without being capable to do so your own, to be left by fragile things I once arrogantly thought brought no significance.
To be a faerie is to be cursed with honesty, with loyalty, and immortality. Jude, if you were to leave
me, let my heart be burried with you in the strange soil of unknown land.