For every sin, there shall be punishment.
For every punishment, one must repent in sincere penitence of sin.
To whom be the glory, forever and ever... Amen.
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"the journey of changing one's mind, heart, self, or way of life"
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𝟔:𝟑𝟎 𝐀𝐌 | 𝐌𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐒𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄
Nicole wakes up with thin arms tightly wrapped around her torso. Barring the ongoing irritation beginning at her lower back and a small neck pain on the right side of her neck, she was more than relaxed to be sleeping in an actual bed after days of camping on the family's three-seat Lawson in the living room.
At some point, she was hoping the pain would completely vanish without any additional need for a doctor's office visit. Preferably sooner rather than later. If the neck irritation rolled over into the next week, surely a headache was bound to follow, and conducting two morning classes on a Monday sounded like the perfect setup for a taxing day.
The brunette behind her sleeps as quiet as dawn. For her too, sleeping in the bed was a breath of everlasting comfort but not because she'd been deprived of the feel of memory foam under her weight and mulberry silk below her head. But because she'd been able to fall asleep at ease for the first time in weeks. Ease that hadn't come easy, prone to all the matters at hand. Ease that she wasn't one hundred percent certain would take over her mind when just last night, the fury in her had been turned up to the nth degree and especially not her body; Her body had felt at perfect ease, peacefully wrapped around and sunken into her wife's that she slept through the full night without tossing and turning nor coming to an abrupt awakening with the sick feeling of needing to empty her stomach's insides.
For the first time in a month did the feeling take over her.
Nicole would lie fixed in her wife's arms, gaping out of the window in clear view of a pink and tangerine sky straight ahead. Nothing more than the events leading up to Bey's breaking point the night before on her mind and Bey's ocean of confinement afterward. She was broken, significantly, and detached from Nicole's whole being in all. Physically, the connection lost itself in the wind of things. Emotionally, if honest, the detachment prevailed the moment Nicole told a white lie to her face for the first time. All of what Nicole should have noticed when her wife began to have frequent changes in her mood and behavior, but she'd been so caught up in everything else, considering the Mrs's deepest feelings hadn't crossed her mind.
What did cross her mind had taken a complete detour from the frank response Bey could have been suffering in effect to Nicole's actions.
Instead, she thought about how dismissive of her feelings the younger woman had been for as long as she could remember. Maybe a year and a half or possibly two. She wasn't always like that or else Nicole would have nipped the problem in the bud years ago.
She thought about the microaggressions and passive-aggressive Subliminals Bey never failed to carelessly throw at her whenever. For as long as she knew the woman, the notion of her being a "stoic dearie" often concluded a lot of Bey's ways and justified her actions. Only recently had they been getting out of hand and overbearing to the point Nicole took it upon herself to seclude herself whenever the woman was at a cross between cold-hearted and oh-so-sensitive. It wasn't the most logical thing to do but it was most intuitive in the moment.
