03-22-2022, 09:39 PM
There is some brief comfort in hearing that someone else has nightmares too - she’s never thought to ask anyone before. It was easy to assume that a fault existed within her and not in the greater world. How universal could her experiences be, after all, when going from what she was born as to what she is now?
It seems she might be more horse-like than she originally feared - and maybe that means there is a chance for her to have a life (whatever that may look like) on this otherside.
All these relatively pleasant thoughts and the soothing feeling of being understood are short lived because she cannot help the horrible idea that spreads like rot through her brain. Does he dream about that day, and does that mean while she’s being tormented by her own ghosts, he is being tormented by her?
She doesn’t know what to do with these poisonous thoughts when they occur so they continue to seep into her mind regularly.
She should say thank you - that seems like it should be the polite thing to do when someone says they don’t hate you. But the weight of the memories is still too heavy on her heart so instead she looks at him with a troubled expression in her dark eyes. “Why not?” Hope is such a new feeling for her - she still does not recognize it when it lights a small warm flame in her heart. She does not believe him, but she thinks it would be nice either of his statements about hate were true.
It seems she might be more horse-like than she originally feared - and maybe that means there is a chance for her to have a life (whatever that may look like) on this otherside.
All these relatively pleasant thoughts and the soothing feeling of being understood are short lived because she cannot help the horrible idea that spreads like rot through her brain. Does he dream about that day, and does that mean while she’s being tormented by her own ghosts, he is being tormented by her?
She doesn’t know what to do with these poisonous thoughts when they occur so they continue to seep into her mind regularly.
She should say thank you - that seems like it should be the polite thing to do when someone says they don’t hate you. But the weight of the memories is still too heavy on her heart so instead she looks at him with a troubled expression in her dark eyes. “Why not?” Hope is such a new feeling for her - she still does not recognize it when it lights a small warm flame in her heart. She does not believe him, but she thinks it would be nice either of his statements about hate were true.
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