I'm sorry, the woman pleads. I'm so so sorry please please forgive me please-
But I can't.
I don't know if she's even real or not.
I just watch, through an oddly fuzzy reality, as she holds me tight like she really does care about me.
I don't know if she does or not, but for once I let my guard down and let myself be held. I don't understand why she is doing it but I need the physical affection.
I need some kind of proof that I'm worth something to anyone.
Please forgive me.
But I can't.
I can't wake up.
Gently she sets me down.
Disappears.
Wait.
I want to run after her screaming.
I don't want to be on my own, not again.
But I am.
I am and though I don't stir until far, far later, I still feel an empty void inside of me that nothing will be able to heal.
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Born of starlight and shadows
FantasyStella hasn't ever exactly been "normal." Not by a long shot. But-mental problems and friend problems aside-there's something else. One really specific thing that's been gnawing on her insides for so long, convincing her that she's alone. Definitely...
