[ the day had started off just a lovely as her wedding day; morning broke like a cracked egg; clean and clear and promising. the air growing crisper, humidity of summer giving way to the sharpness of the beginnings of the encroaching frost.
and now...
the ever-fruitless quest of acceptance feels rotten and her heart feels sick, but alina covers her hand and grace can't help the urge to lean closer, like a lonesome creature searching for a den. a hiding place. desperate for affection as always, ravenous, hungry. she nods awkwardly and repeats herself. ]
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[ the day had started off just a lovely as her wedding day; morning broke like a cracked egg; clean and clear and promising. the air growing crisper, humidity of summer giving way to the sharpness of the beginnings of the encroaching frost.
and now...
the ever-fruitless quest of acceptance feels rotten and her heart feels sick, but alina covers her hand and grace can't help the urge to lean closer, like a lonesome creature searching for a den. a hiding place. desperate for affection as always, ravenous, hungry. she nods awkwardly and repeats herself. ]
It's not you.