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“Lover’s Wreck” - Gaelic Storm
In my sleeping mind she sings a sad and lonely lullaby
And when I wake, there’s just the ache that’ll haunt me ‘til I die
It’s been two days now since he woke from the first death that wasn’t his and wasn’t drowning. Two days, and he’ll never wake from it again, but he can remember it now, in Val d'Argent, as clearly as he did on the train in Sudan: the heat of blood spilling out, the sharp pain, and most of all the shock.
He remembers her looking up at her friend’s face and thinking Oh, this is it. I didn’t think it would be like this.
He remembers her thinking, I don’t want to go.
It reminds him of how his own first death went. Of how he had been so sure he would survive, and then the stomach-dropping realization that he wouldn’t.
And then, of course, he did. And now she has, too.
He doesn’t want to go to sleep again. It was easier in Goussainville, knowing that Merrick’s men were coming but not knowing Nile, not really. But now Merrick’s men have come and gone and taken Nicky and Joe with them, and Andy is being weird and quieter than normal, and Nile …
Nile.
She shines, is the thing. Booker has tried, but he can’t take his eyes off her.
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