The Space in Her Mind

"The space in her mind he had occupied was not yet empty; she could still feel the warm weight of him against her chest. It was terrible to know the weight would never rest there again, where she had held it for four long years.

No, not a thing to cry over; tears were for her dolls, for wounds in the fragile sheath of self-esteem, and the childhood she had left behind forever. This was a burden she would have to carry until the end of her days, and continue in spite of it."

~Colleen McCullough,
Thornbirds