I'm a traitor to myself.
Emptiness is a strange feeling.
It makes me want to feel something. Maybe pain. Maybe guilt. Maybe the way someone's heart stops beating long after I've strangled them.
Well, the last one didn't work. My cellmate stopped breathing an hour ago, and I don't feel any different.
Where is the remorse, the worry of taking one's life?
His once aggressive blue eyes are now filled with something...broken.
Every time I feel like I'm back to normal, pressure builds in my head, and the blip in my brain restarts.
Fear... something I don't often feel. Being confident and powerful in my head has always gotten me through the day. I'm terrified of how I'm feeling.
Is this what it's like to be afraid of your own thoughts?
"Aria. To me, you're a strong, independent, intelligent woman who takes bullshit from no one. I need you to remember that when you feel like you're lost." I watch him with tears streaming down my cheeks; my lips move, but no words come out. "And I'm not saying all of this because you mean so much to me. I'm saying it because it's true. A lot of people look up to you, me included."
"But..." My throat tightens, my free hand grabbing his sleeve. "I am lost."
"Are you? Are you sure you aren't just hiding? If you were lost, then you wouldn't know unless you were found."
Stop starring at me.
She wishes that was what I was doing.
No, my dear, darling, beautiful doctor. I'm calculating how easy it will be be to make you disappear, to keep you forever, while also making you fall for me, and smile at me the way you are right now.
My leash is gone. I don't know what it is, but I can feel myself slipping so fucking fast, and the only thing keeping me grounded is this human being with a heartbeat.
Rights and wrongs are not solely defined by victors.
People are not just victims or assailants. They are all people.
We're alike, we can only be convinced by ourselves.
And loners always push away other loners.
When you're lost, where you stand is the right direction.
No matter what people say, you should always be on your side.
There's no salvation unless you save yourself.
There is no greater repellant than anger
A world of words that tells no story
And does not misanthropy indicate a miserliness of spirit, of the human heart?
Twice in one day this faceless girl had inspired in Kamran a shame so vast he could hardly breathe around it. She'd reached into his chest and broken something essential inside of him, managed it all without even acknowledging his existence. Was Kamran so weak as to be dismantled thus by a stranger? Was he so unworthy?
Apologizing without consideration is abuse as well.
Without warning, her heart began to race.
It was that familiar pinch in her chest, her pulse pounding in her bleeding palms. Her hands shook without warning, petals falling loose from her fists. Alizeh was struck with a frightening need to run from this place, to strip the apron from her body and tear across the city, lungs blazing. She wanted desperately to return home, to fall at her parents' feet and grow roots there, at the base of their bodies. She felt all this in the span of a second, the feeling flooding her with a riotous force and leaving her, in its wake, strangely numb. It was a humbling experience, for Alizeh was again reminded that she had no home, no parents to whom she might return.
She considered, it was probably for the best that she ignore the lot. Better not to think on any of it, better to simply push every day through the pain and the fear until she, too, was finally consumed by eternal darkness. It was a bleak thought for a young woman of eighteen, but she thought it nonetheless: that perhaps only in death might she find the freedom she so desperately sought, for she had long ago given up hope of finding solace in this world.
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