lines
She’d cavorted freely all around. Around him and abound. His presence neither hindering nor aiding, but a steady anchor in the hurricanes that usually shook her every now and then.
There was always a freedom and the liberty that she took for granted. He’d never stopped her. A fondness that they shared mutually. The hiccups and the yawns made it all normal. A life ordinaire. The usual thin bed of roses with the thorns numbing the prick as they poked through.
Mistrust, dialogs, and decibels.
A mesh descends extending its slimy fingers around her. She stands transfixed, watching lines form steadily. Black, deep and repugnant, they mock at her. Taunting. Tempting. The promise of a smile and a warmth that would melt the darkness away.
She hesitates, unsure.
The caged borders held a familiar comfort. The known pain was a comfort compared to the harshness outside. An asylum in retrospect.
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