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Bite Me 🫦🩸

Okay so! This is a snippet from Hiraeth, which is not one I've shared many snippets from. It tears my heart out to even reread it, but I'm pretty proud of the way I've written quite a few parts of this story - it was really hard. This is the end of a scene, around a third of the way in - after the betrayal and while she's still trying to make her peace with it. This section I left completely untouched when I edited it, though I haven't gone through anyone else's corrections so it will probably change to some extent in the final version.

So the thoughts stayed, heavy and solid, inside her, without being expressed out loud. Sometimes she thought she might drown in them, caught in the agony of memory, and wished she could somehow forget. The grief of the loss and betrayal might never fade, and in the meantime, she could not look around in simple pleasure for the beauty of the world. It seemed so trivial, compared to that. It was in the trivial things of life, sometimes, that joy was best and most delightfully found; right now all the joy seemed sucked out of the world. How could she continue to believe, if she could see nothing of the beauty of the world God had created? She was afraid.

𝔑𝔬𝔯𝔞 𝔅𝔦𝔰𝔥𝔬𝔭 for @aelwen-art / @aelwen