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“I respect the hell out of her for how hard shes working to be okay. I just wish shed let me show her how to let go, how to let herself hurt. I want to take her pain.”
“But we have to learn to be free. We have to, Nell. Doesn't mean happy all the time, or okay all the time. Its okay not to be okay. I told you that, but I'm relearning it myself. But not being okay ...”
“She closes her eyes, and I can see the moisture. Shes deep-breathing again, and I notice her hands are clutched around the opposing wrists, nails digging in deep, hard, scratching. Pain to replace ...”
“The door slams in response, and I laugh. I'm glad she can laugh. It means she really is coping. I know shes internalizing a lot, though. Putting on a show for me. Shell have new scars on her wrists...”
“I don't even know how long she sobs. Time ceases to pass, and she cries, cries, cries. Clutches me and makes these sounds of a soul being ripped in two, the grief so long denied taking its toll. Fe...”
“Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just dont know the seed-reason. Its deep inside her, and itll take time and patience to get it out of her.”
“Let me go! she growls. No. Let me fucking go, Colton. Her voice is tiny, scared, vulnerable, and vehement. You let go. Why? A hitch in her voice. Because holding on to it is killing you.”
“Oh, god I whimper. I havent done anything yet, baby, Colton growls. I know, I pant. I was just saying your name.”
“I respect the hell out of her for how hard she’s working to be okay. I just wish she’d let me show her how to let go, how to let herself hurt. I want to take her pain.”
“She closes her eyes, and I can see the moisture. She’s deep-breathing again, and I notice her hands are clutched around the opposing wrists, nails digging in deep, hard, scratching. Pain to replace...”
“Yeah. I know why she cuts. I just don’t know the seed-reason. It’s deep inside her, and it’ll take time and patience to get it out of her.”
“Let me go!” she growls. “No.” “Let me fucking go, Colton.” Her voice is tiny, scared, vulnerable, and vehement. “You let go.” “Why?” A hitch in her voice. “Because holding on to it is killing you.”
“Oh, god…” I whimper. “I haven’t done anything yet, baby,” Colton growls. “I know,” I pant. “I was just saying your name.”
