The initial shock had subsided and was replaced by a gloriously innocuous apathy. She brushed off betrayal as easily as she had thrown out all the pieces of her life she associated with him last month.
I mean, it's not as if it's never happened before.
She laughed. Not because she found her situation remotely amusing, but at the heartbreaking futility of everything she'd gathered together in the space of year and begun to call home.
She picked up the bits of hope she so safely harvested and sheltered and allowed them to collapse
Then she remembered your smile, and the angles of the shadows that the sun against your skin and limbs made in the evening,
and with cautious climbing shoots, tendrils, curling bunches of relief
she realised that she was so, so free.
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