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6 months later

Warm, oil coated fingers gently kneaded the muscles in Siobhan's shoulders.
It was a Thursday evening, and despite all of the drastic changes in Siobhan's life in the past year, she was still getting her weekly massages.
Some things never change.

These massages were a weekly hour of reflection to Siobhan, she often used the 60 minutes of blissful silence to reminisce about her experiences of the week, and she would always leave with her stress clouded mind feeling much clearer.
But today she wasn't dwelling on a particularly anxiety inducing week at work, this week she found herself thinking fondly about her life, and the immense challenges she has endured in the not so distant past.

It had been 8 months exactly since she'd left Roger, she never would've believed that she could make it out to the other side, but she had, and she truly couldn't be happier.
With the help of Vivian (among others such as Marjorie and Autumn) she'd carefully moulded the broken, shell of a woman that she had been for so long into someone resilient and kind, somebody with a strong lust for life and a powerful sense of self.
Siobhan's life had become a perpetual canvas of painted flowers, she was the breathing piece of art that had transformed into something beautiful with so much meaning.

The unconditional love between her and Vivian was something untouchable and otherworldly.
It felt ethereal, like the gentle, tickling breeze on a warm summer's day, or the most perfect view of a winding road taken in from the car window.

Siobhan had forever lived in a barred prison of her mind, suffocating in the unforgiving and torturous fires of her environment that left everything scathed and burned. But Vivian had rescued her from the harsh shadows of smoke and treated her searing wounds. She was no longer screaming in burning agony, she was no longer trapped in flames.

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