Quinn scribbles tainted emotions across thin layers of white paper. But to who? To someone who blinks once, sees her, and blinks again-just to make her disappear. To someone who sees her as a symbol of the ocean. To someone who thinks the ocean is disgusting and hideous, filled with trash and pathetic wandering fishes. To someone who believes that Quinn needs to be a size zero to be labeled as 'beautiful.' If she isn't, why in the world will anyone care to love her? She's disgusting. Worthless. An enormous sailboat that makes the world sink. But how long will it take until she sinks herself?

it was hard to love someone who couldn't even face themselves in the mirror, who believed themselves to be poisonous and worthless. but i still loved cordelia, sometimes so passionately and forcefully enough to make her wince, since all i wanted was for her to love herself. sometimes more than i ever did. she never could though. ------------------------------- this is the tale of cordelia told through the words of one that loved her and one that hated her.