fiona
"fiona?"
the voice is a whisper, and the pain is so terrible that she sees stars, so she closes her eyes until it fades. she can't remember what happened... was she driving?
she looks over to the passenger side, and—
she wakes up screaming, arms wrapping around her body to pull her away from the nightmare.
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the recovery project [2]
Kurzgeschichtenit does not matter how slowly you go as long as you do not stop.