[ Rubbing it between her hand, her lips part, her own expression empty as she recalls that time. But she tries to swallow down those feelings, reaching out to dash her fingers through his dark locks. ]

I briefly thought that I might have been wrong-- but I felt as though there was this hole in my chest, neglected, festering. Nothing to heal it, hoping that it would consume me because I felt ugly and crippled and didn't want to survive on to carry it.