You know the stories that old women tell about how they had a great love and it was lost forever. Death. Plague. They sit in their chairs and they yammer on and on about how if they ever had a chance to change things, they'd tell that one person that they loved them.
I was never going to be that woman. I didn't want to look back. I couldn't afford to. Love was a token to offer up. Something others would claim.
[She takes in a breath.]
Somewhere between running for my life and stopping just to breathe... [She shakes her hand, dismissing it as she goes to find glasses.]
He hates me. I know he does, but I also know that he still loves me and trying to get under his skin, trying to hurt him...
I didn't have it in me. Not here. Not in these walls. Not when I just lost almost everything I had worked to get.
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You know the stories that old women tell about how they had a great love and it was lost forever. Death. Plague. They sit in their chairs and they yammer on and on about how if they ever had a chance to change things, they'd tell that one person that they loved them.
I was never going to be that woman. I didn't want to look back. I couldn't afford to. Love was a token to offer up. Something others would claim.
[She takes in a breath.]
Somewhere between running for my life and stopping just to breathe... [She shakes her hand, dismissing it as she goes to find glasses.]
He hates me. I know he does, but I also know that he still loves me and trying to get under his skin, trying to hurt him...
I didn't have it in me. Not here. Not in these walls. Not when I just lost almost everything I had worked to get.