it's my goddam quarry.

when she got to the city, her scars began to peel open, and the bood stained her sheets and her clothes, and everything she touched for days, so that even virgin things had become triggers. she missed him, but the pain was so dull, that just when it became unbearable, she could switch it off. Because what hurts the most is that soon, it won't hurt at all.

The Mistake still haunted her, and though it had been so long, she was still able to work herself up so that her stomach became a vortex like it had before, and her throat contracted as if it had been yesterday. healthy was not quite the word, but vitamins did so very little. and then, a secret: what made her most afraid was that she might miss him forever.