truce // josh dun

0 - prologue

she had always feared the night. being left alone with her thoughts meant that her cynicism had the ability to take what little was left in her life. winter had always been the worse. during those bleak months in columbus, ohio she had been habituated to days with only nine hours of daylight. towards the end of the winter's she gratefully accepted any beacon of hope although it was agonizing. growing accustom to darkness meant everything hurt more when you finally mustered up the courage to even consider looking at light. it was overwhelming to say the least. when allowing optimism into your life you are forced to look at the damage you caused. she had always denied it, that she didn't do anything intentionally. which was true – the last thing she wanted was to hurt anyone. through her denial, she had constructed herself as a martyr. she knew she had tarnished a lot things - her family, friends, and significant others so she thought she deserved what she receiving. what she had never realized is that damaging herself was only hurting the ones who had loved her, who supported her.

it was ironic her name was clover. she had been born three and a half months early. her mother went into labor early because she had wrapped her own umbilical cord around her neck and everyone expected her to be a stillborn. just a few seconds after her first moments in this world she had begun crying. everyone rushed into a frenzy to make sure she would be able to survive. her mother desperately wanted to hold her first born in her arms, she had never felt such a strong urge to protect and love someone so deeply. that's when a doctor rushed over and explained that her newborn was unusually healthy for a baby 14 weeks premature but there would be some complications. her mom called her a fighter while a nurse said she was a little clover – that she was one of the lucky ones, she knew that she would not let herself leave this world as soon as she was in it.

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