“She was stuck, and falling deeper into this big, deep, black
hole. It was sucking the very life out of her. She felt she had no
soul. Truth is, she felt she had nowhere to go, but away. Away seemed
like the safest and easiest place to go.”
It’s still a work in progress; nowhere near complete. I’m not ready to post what I have written out at this stage in the story.
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