She doesn’t dare admit what she knows is true, hidden deep down where she can’t look at it: that her happy independence is gone, replaced by a vague feverish darkness running underneath everything. There’s nothing in her life that isn’t sown now with a thread of dread and worry, even if it’s only one thread in a tapestry. She is never completely content, every accomplishment not enough, every triumph scarred by his absence.
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Date: Tuesday, November 12th, 2024 11:53 am (UTC)She doesn’t dare admit what she knows is true, hidden deep down where she can’t look at it: that her happy independence is gone, replaced by a vague feverish darkness running underneath everything. There’s nothing in her life that isn’t sown now with a thread of dread and worry, even if it’s only one thread in a tapestry. She is never completely content, every accomplishment not enough, every triumph scarred by his absence.
That's beautifully worded, my friend. ♥