The one who liked flowers was not the same as the one who sung so prettily; who was not the same as the one with eyes full of distance, dreaming of travel. Or others yet still-
(one who was skilled at making and mending clothes, one who loved cats, one scared of being alone, one fascinated by the winter snow, one who...)

And yet they were all still her.
(again and again and again and-)
He could not do this anymore.

All too young. All too remembered.
(He had to stop her pain. Could they not understand?)
He could not watch her die again.

(one who drew scenery, one who wished for siblings, one who danced in the morning sun, one who...)

Again and again and again.