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“Will you come with me?” he asked.
The never-ending ache of love and sorrow. Perhaps in some other life I could have refused, could have torn my hair and screamed, and made him face his choice alone.
But not in this one. He would sail to Troy and I would follow, even into death

“Yes,” I whispered. “Yes.” 

Madeline Miller, The Song of Achilles