Ripple Perhaps she wants to feel, after all. For what feels like the millionth time to her, once again, she plays privy to another's secret. For what feels like the millionth time, once again, it isn't her. After twenty four years, it begins to wear one down. Each time, yet another layer of wall bricks around the heart, as resolve is hardened and expectations adjusted accordingly. Of course it could never be her. For the first time, this thought fills her soul with utter sadness. Loneliness she once regarded as a familiar companion becomes a contempt. A ripple, subtle and slowly, spreads across the surface of hardened emotions. Perhaps she really is just a girl who wants to feel, after all.
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