by Atropha » Wed Sep 28, 2011 3:01 pm
"When you didn't come for me after a week, I held out hope. After a month I had to admit to myself you wouldn't come. After two I started to resent myself for being so weak even I assumed I needed your help. Four, I accepted that I wouldn't be going home. Half a year of fighting for myself I began to loathe the old me. Pathetically dependent. It wasn't all that hard to push myself through, you know. I'd already been through it, came out stronger for it. I didn't realize the price I'd paid but it was much too late. You were right. I took her away from you yet you keep trying to treat me like her."