Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, wr.c. January 1951, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

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Sylvia Plath, in a letter to Ann Davidow-Goodman, wr.c. January 1951, from The Letters of Sylvia Plath Vol. I: 1940-1956

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Long ago, two stars fell in love and collided in a stunning embraced. They loved each other so deeply that a beautiful being was born of the dust, and so the stars raised her and named her Astra. As Astra grew, she watched her parent stars and grew lonely, yearning for a love of her own.
She set out and traveled for an eternity, visiting each star, searching for another like herself. When she reached the very last star, she discovered that no one was there. She was alone, the only one of her kind.
Astra returned home to find her parent stars had died, and in her grief and loneliness, she wept and wept. She wept so long and so deeply that her tears filled the dust cloud, and from her grief, a being was born that looked just like her. She named him Altair and loved him dearly.
To show her love, she traveled the eternity again and took the most beautiful piece of every star she'd searched to find him. She made a world of their own and gifted it to him, and named it Aeterna.
On Aeterna they lived, and eventually, they had four daughters: Lyra, Eira, Aurelia, and Verna. Before they died, their parents decided to gift each one a piece of Aeterna to look after and care for, so that Astra's gift of love may live on for another eternity.
Lyra chose the rolling hills and tall grass that swayed like waves in the wind, and named it Summer.
Aurelia chose the rain and forests that changed from green to red, and named it Autumn.
Eira chose the cold air and mountains of snow that sparkled in the light, and named it Winter.
Verna chose the newly opened flower buds and early morning dew drops, and named it Spring.
Astra took some soil from the ground, formed it into small beings that looked just like them, and named them humans. They were her final gift to her daughters, so that they would never know the loneliness that she had felt.
And so Aeterna and the Mother Goddesses came to be.
At least that's what we tell the children.
Now, on the longest day of every year, we celebrate Midsummer to thank Lyra for her love and our prosperity. We have always known a great deal of that here in Summer. It seems she has always been pleased with the Midsummer offering.
I have wondered what would happen if she was not pleased. That, though, I pray we never know.
I cried more than I'd like to admit writing this one. :( The good news is that the Mathis family adores Alex, and they're going to take good care of him. The better news is that this is the last sad update for Alex for a while.
Back to Summersong next time to check in with Luna. Be back soon!
I can't do this anymore.
I can't do this.
I can't-
Everything hurt.
Everything hurt, and I couldn't breathe.
"H-he-hel-p m-me-ee," I sobbed, begging anyone at all.
Something warm wrapped around my shoulders.
My father breaks open the door.
Stop.
Please.
'Worthless.'

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Gasping for air. "Gri-it-ty, I c-ca-an't b-bre-eathe-" I sobbed.
His voice next to my ear. I couldn't hear what it said.
My father's voice.
Screaming.
'You're a waste of fucking space.'
Someone touched my hand.
'Ungrateful piece of shit.'
Everything hurt.
'Worthless.'
"Hey, take a deep breath," Gritty said softly, touching my shoulder.
"I- I can't-," I gasped, even as I fought desperately to get my breathing back under control. The tears started falling as I imagined being trapped in the castle again.
The sound of my father's voice screaming, the banging of his fist on the door.
"Alex, hey… you're alright…"
Suddenly I was hiding under the bed, hoping he was too drunk to get the door open. The corners of my vision turned black as I slid down the wall.
"You're a damn good kid. The strongest one I've ever met, actually, and I know you could handle this if you'd trust yourself enough to try," he continued.
I felt my chin quiver, and I couldn't stop the tears from stinging at my eyes, no matter how hard I tried to swallow them down. My eyes began to dart around, my breath shaking as I dropped my cigarette to the ground, backing up to the wall to try to keep myself upright.
"Grit, please- I can't- please-" I stammered, unable to find the words as my breath started to catch.
I couldn't stop my hands from shaking anymore, even as my nails were digging into my palms to stop it. "Grit, please…" I pleaded, swallowing hard to stop the lump that was rising in my throat.
"Alex, you know I love you like you're my own," he said softly, his own voice shaking slightly. "That's why I have to do this. You've gotta face your problems, and what you're telling me… it has to be right now."
I suddenly felt my breath catching, and I closed my hands in a tight fist to keep them from shaking. Carpentry was the only thing I had that was simple, and it sounded like…
"What are you saying, Grit?" I asked carefully.
"I'm saying that you've got to stop lettin' your father decide your life for you. There's thousands of people here who need someone to take care of them, and I know it's not fair, but you and your brother are the only ones to do it. You're grown now, so it's time to stop hidin' and go do it."

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"Look… I know you didn't ask for it, and you may not even want it, but you're nobility. You're responsible for these folks, like or not. You know that you'll always be welcome in my shop, but Pineview is sufferin' because you're too busy hidin' out here to do your real job," he said gently.
I froze as the words sank in. It hadn't been what I was expecting him to say, and suddenly I wished it had been a reprimand. The woodshop was the one place where I could solve the problems in front of me. Fixing a cracked chair leg or tightening a joint was simple. That’s what I liked the most.
Gritty sighed, softening at that. He hesitated, clearly lost in thought for a moment before saying, "I'm going to say something that you're not gonna like, kid."
"Shocking," I murmured, but that twinge was quickly turning into an uncomfortable pounding against my ribcage. I took another drag from my cigarette, preparing myself for the reprimand.
"You said you've got thousands of people who are about to starve. Is it pointless enough that it's not worth tryin' at all, or are you just scared of being told no?" he asked. I felt a twinge in my chest at the question, crossing my arms as my eyes fell to the ground.
"I'm not afraid of being told no," I grumbled. "That makes no difference though. Even if going down south is worth doing, Finnick is the only one that can. You know I'm not permitted to leave."
"You're in a position to make jokes, are you?" Gritty shot back. I glared at him for a moment before softening. He was being a pain in my ass, but he wasn't wrong. "Stop bein' a smartass. What's one thing?"
I sighed. "Fuck, Gritty. I don't know. Going down south?" I relented.
"Why haven't you tried that?" he asked. "The southern houses won't even receive people like us, Grit. There would be no point."
"None. My father has effectively pissed on every option we had, so… none," I sighed, taking another puff from my cigarette.
Gritty hummed thoughtfully for a moment. "Well what haven't you tried?" he asked.
"Not much."
"There's got to be something," Gritty insisted.
"Sure. Haven't tried sexual favors or blood sacrifice yet," I snarked, trying not to roll my eyes. He was asking as if I hadn't just spent the entire night combing through the names of every lord or business owner we'd ever known to figure it out.

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I sighed, blowing out the smoke slowly as I did.
"We lost our two main trade deals," I admitted.
"So you and your brother were up all night actin' like the world was endin' then?"
I scoffed at the frankness of it. Wasn't it?
"A few thousand people are going to starve, so I don't know that it's too much of an overreaction," I said bitterly.
"What other options do ya' have?" he asked without pause. That was Gritty. No bullshit, no feelings. Just solve the problem and move on.
I tossed my knife onto the chair and stormed out of the shop, slamming the door a little too hard on my way out. I let out a deep sigh as I leaned against the wall outside, snatching my lighter and a cigarette from my pocket.
I took a long drag from the cigarette as the door opened beside me.
"You wanna explain why you're slammin' my door?" Gritty asked, crossing his arms.
"Sorry," I mumbled. "Long night."
"What's the matter, kid?" he asked, softening a bit.
"Just some noble bullshit."
"Elaborate," he demanded, likely as reprisal for slamming the door.