"Welcome home, then."
"We both know this is not my home. It's not a home at all."
"No?"
"No." Her voice was firm.
"What makes a home, then?"
"Safety. Love. Warmth. A place where you can grow and thrive. A home needs at the very least one of those."
"And this had none?"
She was silent for a moment as she studied his face carefully. Finally, she spoke again, her voice sharp and cold. "What a stupid question."
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Paroxysms
Short Story"I'd say that was poetic, but I have no idea what you just said to me." She muttered. "Paroxysms of rage and sadness." He simply repeated. [par-uh k-siz-uh m] (noun) :: any sudden, violent, outburst; a fit of violent action or emotion. She laughed...
