Her After

|Part IX|

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When she thought about where she was in this journey, she was left completely blank. Half of her was proud. The other half, ashamed.

She had come such a long way. She would partake in productive activities when she deemed herself bored. And she would cry if she needed to. She continuously kept herself busy.

She even found herself gradually learning how to love who she was.

Though, there was a slight dilemma. Although thoughts of him were pushed down quite easily, she had to keep herself busy, lest she breaks down from holding in her thoughts. It was, to be frank, sort of unhealthy. She was hiding behind a mask of ill strength. But worst of all, she was hiding from herself.

This wasn't realized until this chapter was being written, and uncertainty crept onto her features. What did this mean, she thought. She was afraid she'd explode, and everything she held inside would ruin all the thoughts she put towards keeping a positive outlook on her life. But maybe, just maybe, if she continued using distractions they would keep her away from all her stress.

"There's always a hamartia, isn't there?"

A/N: If you know where this quote is from, I love you.