"I can remember it so clearly- so vividly in my head that it's like his voice is playing on loop. 'I'm sorry, Noona,' 'I love you,' 'Please don't be upset,' it's all there like a freaking horror movie only I can watch and God-" her fists balled in frustration- "God it's so fucking hard! So you don't get to question how I cope. You don't get to ride your fancy little high horse and say I'm lying or wearing a mask. I'm doing everything I can, so you can let it go- or you can go fuck yourself." Toska (n.) a dull ache of the soul, a sick pining; a spiritual anguishAll Rights Reserved
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