The moment cold steel wedged deep between her delicate shoulders, was jarring. It was the unexpected expected. Though it was the agony of the infinite emotional bleed that followed that was more excruciating than her torn flesh.
Grief followed the waves of reality; yet another had thrust their blade deep into the sinew of her spine.
It was always the same. She could never rest, she would always be looking over her shoulder; she would never be safe, no matter what foolish lies she wanted to believe.
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