𝐒𝐔𝐑𝐕𝐈𝐕𝐎𝐑 𝐈𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐓 𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐒.
Somewhere far, far away from home. Not what it was. Not a normal afternoon with nothing to do.
And still we fight.
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FOR HER ENTIRE life, Ellie has felt everything.
It was a flaw when she was younger. Every emotion would hit in a wave crashing over her head, soaking her from head to toe in whatever hurt or joy she'd encountered that minute. Sadness was a pillow over her face, a weight on her chest that simply won't lift. Joy is a buzzing in her body that leaves her jumping up and down, this giggling mess of a girl that people find endearing. Love is warmth, it's entirety, it's what courses through her veins every waking moment and builds strength in her bones to better support those she loves most. Rage is a quiet, burning thing that she's found decimates before she can put it out, ending in ashes she's left to inhale for however long she lives. Her existence has been experienced solely in extremes. Ellie knows her emotions, knows her heart, knows what to display and what to hide until the shower is willing enough to blend tears with the steady stream.
Ellie knows her emotions. She's felt it all before now, she thought.
This is entirely new.
Grief was always going to be the twin of love. It was always going to be what lingered in the curves of every smile. Love burns in unison with funeral home candles, a reminder of everything that was once had. One cannot grieve without loving; one cannot love without grieving. Ellie believes she was born mourning. Perhaps that is what fuels her love.
