[What is this? She doesn't understand. That is, she understands the words, but the meaning behind them is utterly mystifying. True to herself, what is that? She hasn't been true in so long. She hasn't been honest in so long. She hasn't had a relationship that only went one way in years, doesn't even know if she believes in that kind of thing anymore.]
[Unconditional love is a myth. It has to be. Because otherwise, looking at her life is too painful.]
[She takes a short, shaky breath, wrapping her arms around the bear and digging her nails into her forearms. The pain is slight, but it grounds her to make little half-moons in her skin.]
I hear. But I don't . . . understand. I don't think.
I don't think I can talk about this anymore. It's too--much.
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[What is this? She doesn't understand. That is, she understands the words, but the meaning behind them is utterly mystifying. True to herself, what is that? She hasn't been true in so long. She hasn't been honest in so long. She hasn't had a relationship that only went one way in years, doesn't even know if she believes in that kind of thing anymore.]
[Unconditional love is a myth. It has to be. Because otherwise, looking at her life is too painful.]
[She takes a short, shaky breath, wrapping her arms around the bear and digging her nails into her forearms. The pain is slight, but it grounds her to make little half-moons in her skin.]
I hear. But I don't . . . understand. I don't think.
I don't think I can talk about this anymore. It's too--much.