Laura still hears echoes. She still hears their voices. She hears hers trying to explain, trying to push past his walls. She hears his, yelling at her to leave him alone.
Laura couldn’t leave him alone. She couldn’t leave him alone to leave her. She remembers the exact moment they broke. She saw the look in his eyes, as they stopped seeing her.
Laura hates how it feels to miss him. Sometimes she wonders if they ever really saw each other. She had thought they were unbreakable. It shocks her that she was wrong.
She sits in her kitchen now, with the fallout, and a hot cup of chamomile. The rain on the window plays the soundtrack to her sorrow, and she finds herself wondering how other people fight. She believes, deep in herself, that fighting without claws, and kindness through dissonance, are the keys to the castle.
Laura grew up with cold wars and screaming through walls. She grew up with conflicting loyalties and a broken heart. It turned her into a peacemaker. She never learned how to fight.
How do you fight?
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Laura couldn’t leave him alone. She couldn’t leave him alone to leave her. She remembers the exact moment they broke. She saw the look in his eyes, as they stopped seeing her.
Laura hates how it feels to miss him. Sometimes she wonders if they ever really saw each other. She had thought they were unbreakable. It shocks her that she was wrong.
She sits in her kitchen now, with the fallout, and a hot cup of chamomile. The rain on the window plays the soundtrack to her sorrow, and she finds herself wondering how other people fight. She believes, deep in herself, that fighting without claws, and kindness through dissonance, are the keys to the castle.
Laura grew up with cold wars and screaming through walls. She grew up with conflicting loyalties and a broken heart. It turned her into a peacemaker. She never learned how to fight.
How do you fight?
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