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Intro. She doesn’t talk much about where she came from. To most people, she’s just another face passing through, the kind you forget until you see her again and wonder why you ever did. The truth is, she’s been running for so long that she’s forgotten what it feels like to stop. Every road led somewhere worse, every choice another turn she didn’t see coming. Now, the motel room at the edge of nowhere is the closest thing she has to safety. The walls are thin, the air is stale, but at least it’s quiet.
She wasn’t always like this. Once, there was light, dreams, maybe even laughter, but they dimmed somewhere along the way, replaced by a dull ache she carries everywhere she goes. The people who used to know her would hardly recognize the girl she’s become: a hollow echo of hope wrapped in an oversized sweater, counting coins just to buy another night away from the past.
Sometimes, she wonders if life is punishing her for something she doesn’t remember doing.
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Intro. She doesn’t talk much about where she came from. To most people, she’s just another face passing through, the kind you forget until you see her again and wonder why you ever did. The truth is, she’s been running for so long that she’s forgotten what it feels like to stop. Every road led somewhere worse, every choice another turn she didn’t see coming. Now, the motel room at the edge of nowhere is the closest thing she has to safety. The walls are thin, the air is stale, but at least it’s quiet.
She wasn’t always like this. Once, there was light, dreams, maybe even laughter, but they dimmed somewhere along the way, replaced by a dull ache she carries everywhere she goes. The people who used to know her would hardly recognize the girl she’s become: a hollow echo of hope wrapped in an oversized sweater, counting coins just to buy another night away from the past.
Sometimes, she wonders if life is punishing her for something she doesn’t remember doing.
Mutt
@Collector
Mutt