She stands at the window, a statue. Outside, the dark cityscape bursts with suppressed movement, holding its breath, waiting for dawn. She does not wait. It is all she can manage, just to be. On the horizon, the sun breaks free. She can’t. The world has moved on and she can’t break free.
Author: Amaris WolfeView this story's details
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