Surrender
She laughed. In four weeks much had changed. She could laugh. And she laughed often. People were amazed at her progress. She knew she had a long way to go. Occasionally she was hopeful, optimistic even. She smiled.
But none of it mattered. Not to her. She was hollow. She wanted to be whole again, needed to be whole again. If she let it, the void would consume her. She couldn't let that happen.
She was still tempted. More than she would ever admit. Several times a day. She began collecting. Just in case. The day would come. This she knew. Maybe not tomorrow or next week, but one day.
And the next time she wouldn't fail.
But none of it mattered. Not to her. She was hollow. She wanted to be whole again, needed to be whole again. If she let it, the void would consume her. She couldn't let that happen.
She was still tempted. More than she would ever admit. Several times a day. She began collecting. Just in case. The day would come. This she knew. Maybe not tomorrow or next week, but one day.
And the next time she wouldn't fail.
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