#thunks

She sat by the pool, shoulders hunched dejectedly, her eyes hollow and distant in the soft fading light of dusk. Her finger flicked in the water, absentmindedly drawing little swirls as she let out a hoarse and exhausted sigh.

“I think…I think I’m afraid of the possibility of healing…

Making the best of shattered pieces…well…it’s all I’ve ever known. Pain is the great connector and of inspiration of us all; none is exempt from its reaches.”

She let out dry and mirthless laugh, reaching up to wipe at a tear that had so betrayingly begun to trickle down her cheek. “And besides, people just love their broken things.”