( ... another conversation to have, she supposes. things were so much easier when she didn't care either way. a sigh. )
I don't know.
( in truth, there's a great many things she's not sure if she knows how she's meant to feel. it's why they end up haphazardly in boxes, stowed away in the dark of some back closet of her mind. happier in blissful ignorance, but she's since learned what guilt and compassion means since stepping through that gate.
how far is too far? why would she be alone? why is this something she had to be put through and do? )
I don't know, Angela, and that scares me. That's why I'm here asking you for a story. I don't know what you've done or what's happened to you, but I want to believe that you didn't go somewhere you can't come back from.
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I don't know.
( in truth, there's a great many things she's not sure if she knows how she's meant to feel. it's why they end up haphazardly in boxes, stowed away in the dark of some back closet of her mind. happier in blissful ignorance, but she's since learned what guilt and compassion means since stepping through that gate.
how far is too far? why would she be alone? why is this something she had to be put through and do? )
I don't know, Angela, and that scares me. That's why I'm here asking you for a story. I don't know what you've done or what's happened to you, but I want to believe that you didn't go somewhere you can't come back from.