Curled up into a tight ball, tears slowly spill from her eyes, drifting down to stain the furs under her head. What had started out innocently enough, had turned into something that was now eating away at her soul. The most frightening part was the cold, icy fingers of self doubt that were curling around her heart, seeming to choke the life from her, to squeeze the breath from her lungs.
All she had worked so hard to become was, at this moment in time, disappearing like smoke that lifts from the fires to disappear into the night skies. Slowly, she could feel the tabuk returning, little by little, taking her over. Perhaps it had never truly left.
There is a place in her brain, that is preparing for tomorrow. A place that tells her she will smile, go about her life as usual, but maybe in a quieter fashion. This pain, she will keep buried deep inside, to be shared with no one.
All she had worked so hard to become was, at this moment in time, disappearing like smoke that lifts from the fires to disappear into the night skies. Slowly, she could feel the tabuk returning, little by little, taking her over. Perhaps it had never truly left.
There is a place in her brain, that is preparing for tomorrow. A place that tells her she will smile, go about her life as usual, but maybe in a quieter fashion. This pain, she will keep buried deep inside, to be shared with no one.
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