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016 - SandI dug my shovel into the sand, it wasn’t as easy of a task as I’d imagined. It was hard, not hard but firm. It didn’t want to give way to the lip of the tool. I pushed harder, harder, until it broke and I could throw it aside. Every time, in, hard, throw away. I didn’t need the sand anymore, it was only in my way. Time passed. I didn’t know how long. I knew every part of me was aching but I couldn’t feel it. Calluses formed and burst on my hands, blood flowed freely. Sweat ran down my back, the sun was shining relentlessly down on me, but I was shaking.016 - Sand
My shovel hit something with a thunk, somethin
by ~Selathiel
XI. DisappointmentFrustration, Irritability, Embarrassment, Inadequacy, ShameXI. Disappointment
“Push harder, Elle.”
His voice cut through the room like a dagger, every sound impossibly sharp, each syllable armed with a barb. I could hear the anger dripping off his words, the pure disappointment he felt. It radiated in his being, and it reflected on her. Elle was trying so hard, sweat rolled down her brow, blinding her. But still she pushed, she didn’t dare give up. I knew how devoted she was to her father, still, after all these years of torture. She didn’t want to disappoint him, she wanted to be daddy’s little girl. &n
by ~Selathiel
X. PeaceContentment, CalmnessX. Peace
It had been a year like no other. A year spent completely in peace, with no men in white coats, no drugs, and most importantly, no Bob. Just me and Elle, and occasionally Noah. Every day we’d wake up and have breakfast together, sitting next to the grate so we didn’t have to yell. She must have showered while I was still sleeping that day, because when we ate breakfast I could smell the slightest hint of soap.
Today was pancakes, a meal I actually enjoyed. Lightly, I spread on some butter, before proceeding to eat. I could see her plate, though obstructed, through the grate. She was dr
by ~Selathiel
IX. ComfortModesty, Humility, Amusement, Kindness, Happiness, Joy, GleeIX. Comfort
“I’m sorry.”
After all that, all the restless nights and the torturous days, that was the best thing I could think to say to her. Nothing deep, nothing profound, not even something that was remotely comforting. Just a hollow, empty ‘I’m sorry.’ Like I didn’t care, like I didn’t mean it. More than anything, I just wanted to make it up to her. I wanted her to know that I truly was sorry that I couldn’t do anything, that I couldn’t help, that I crumpled in the face of pressure. She experienced pain I could hard
by ~Selathiel
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