Victorian Homes Perfect For Halloween.

Victorian homes perfect for Halloween. 🏚️👻

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“And when at last you find someone to whom you feel you can pour out your soul, you stop in shock at the words you utter— they are so rusty, so ugly, so meaningless and feeble from being kept in the small cramped dark inside you so long.” - Sylvia Plath, The Unabridged Journals of Sylvia Plath

Don’t go.

To myself,

I’m sorry I couldn’t complete you.

I’m sorry for the scars I gave you.

I’m sorry for the words I can’t take back.

I’m sorry I couldn’t love you.

I’m sorry,

She extends a hand, and accepts the shake. “I’m Dana. It’s nice to meet you Marcus. And it’s not a problem. Jason did most of the heavy lifting, I just helped JD from bleeding out.”

She shakes off any potential flooding of the memories. She’s safe, he’s gone and Jason killed him. It’s not gonna happen again. After shaking his hand she thinks her words carefully, making sure it’s only in good light. That and so the plan goes well. 

“Yeah, we met a couple months ago at Camp Crystal. We’ve been on the road for a while before we met JD, which was last night. Then he kicked Michael’s ass as JD said.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s suppose to be my line,” She mumbled audibly. She feels regret amongst all her feelings as she adjusts to such closeness. She can’t remember she had ever hugged or been hugged by anybody.

The chemicals for the first time start to click as she felt comfort for the first time in so long. How refreshing and warm it was as the chemicals sink to her heart, allowing herself to feel something other than nonchalant for the first time.

“I’m so, so sorry for leaving you,” She confessed filled with guilt. “I wish I never left you.”

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