While some might have a phobia of spiders, or an intense fear of heights, her phobia was something a bit different. You see, she was very afraid of happiness.
She'd never been happy, not even as a kid. For a few years she sought it out though, but gradually this feeling of anxiety had grown. Her search for happiness itself had already brought her plenty of pain, to the point where she could not imagine what it must feel like if she actually had happiness to lose.
And so she tried to find comfort in her despair, for surely there was more to lose to catastrophe if she couldn't make her home on rock bottom anymore.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
