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Soon enough one cold girl on the cold ground became, well, one cold girl on the ground. But Part of Her was gone. Or combined, or whatever. Madeline took the moment to climb back into her sleeping bag. She was still cold. Madeline thought about Part of Her, and what comes to her mind is that moment she hugged Part of Her after the chase through the bottom of the mountain. She didn’t remember the destruction, or her scrapes and bruises. She remembered tenderly wrapping a crying girl in her arms. Her eyes were glowing red, but they were watery, and the tears threatening to spill out gave her an aspect of humanity.
When she promised to leave Madeline alone, voice broken, Madeline felt empty. Worse, she felt a void, a black hole inside her consuming her from the inside. That was her fault. She made Part of Her sound like that. After their first heartfelt talk, they had at least worked that out. They hugged it out, because Madeline liked hugs, and because Part of Her was Madeline, and then the two of them merged for the first time. It was an amazing, indescribable feeling. It was beautiful, fulfilling in a way she had never really felt before.
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The difference between healing and moving on.
Bookmarked by Philoumelou
24 Dec 2023