Ashtadukht slumped and let thenightingale’s song flood her brain. She knew that empty tone, that defeatedoutlook; she knew it intimately. Even now, it burned in her as limply as asnuffed flame. Passion burned with unchecked verve, devoured its fuel, andsputtered out. Despair required no upkeep; it heaped barely-glowing coals inthe back of your mind and fuelled itself.Darrell Drake
About This Quote
Ashtadukht was in love with this guy, but he didn't return her feelings. Meanwhile, she was also working at a job that she hated. She was sad and depressed. She wanted to be happy, but she just couldn't find the happiness that she needed.
Then, she met this guy who seemed to be happy all the time. While the guy had flaws, he always seemed optimistic and happy. He also listened to her so well.
He made her feel like she was good enough for him. But, when she tried to tell him how she felt, he just brushed her off so easily. What Ashtadukht didn't realize at the time was that the guy might have been in love with someone else.
Source: A Starreckoners Lot
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