what you'll see is the worst me, not the last of my kind
[ Everything is breaking as Daisy steps out of the boarding house, tugging on her coat and crunching the fluffy snow beneath her boots. The cold air burns against her skin, the contrast with the hot streaks of tears on her cheeks startling. She walks just a few yards out before stopping, not knowing where to go, what to do.
Screaming is an option she wishes she could manage. Raging at the cruelty of the world once again coming down upon her weary shoulders. Sobbing until she can barely breathe and everything that hurts has drained out of her. None of it will come though. All her emotions are wrapped up in numbness and she could stand there in the snow for hours, waiting for something to break through. To break her. ]
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