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He left and the world turned gray. Nothing made her laugh anymore and she thought she never would again. She stopped bothering to pretend she was the same. Perky took too much energy. Her hair went unwashed and her roots grew in. She spent a lot of time staring at walls, and wondered why she never noticed what a depressing place Arkham actually was.
Their sessions had been the highlight of her days. He had made her laugh until her stomach hurt and looked at her in a way that made her want nothing more from this life than to be reflected in the inky pools of his eyes forever. She had forgotten her other ambitions long ago. He had ruined her, left her a mere husk of her former self. She would never be the next Dr. Laura or write a bestselling book. Whatever had made her desire these things in the first place had been decimated by a sly smile, a wry turn of phrase, a low and menacing laugh. Maybe she should have been bitter about the change, but love changed people. And she was so in love it was unbearable.
As much as she might yearn for the girl she used to be, confidant and carefree, she also knew that life hadn't really meant anything. This suffering made her real, dragged her down from the sky and through the dirt, leaving her bruised and breathless. Her whole life, things had come easy to her. It felt strangely good to want, to ache, to be tested. And he would return and then she would prove her worth, once and for all.
Their sessions had been the highlight of her days. He had made her laugh until her stomach hurt and looked at her in a way that made her want nothing more from this life than to be reflected in the inky pools of his eyes forever. She had forgotten her other ambitions long ago. He had ruined her, left her a mere husk of her former self. She would never be the next Dr. Laura or write a bestselling book. Whatever had made her desire these things in the first place had been decimated by a sly smile, a wry turn of phrase, a low and menacing laugh. Maybe she should have been bitter about the change, but love changed people. And she was so in love it was unbearable.
As much as she might yearn for the girl she used to be, confidant and carefree, she also knew that life hadn't really meant anything. This suffering made her real, dragged her down from the sky and through the dirt, leaving her bruised and breathless. Her whole life, things had come easy to her. It felt strangely good to want, to ache, to be tested. And he would return and then she would prove her worth, once and for all.