It was nearing the end unbeknownst to Bella, only a few frayed strings remained in this tangled web that had been woven. A long enduring journey that had begun with one long thoughtful look at what was thought to be a non consequential item. It certainly did not feel like the end to her. It felt like a continual beat down from the universe to make up for all the times she had ignored the bad shit that was going on, for the bad shit she had done to survive the bad shit.

It had been a whirlwind of chaos and Bella had been along for the ride for so long that she had adopted the “lets see what happens next” model for handling things and lately the ride, although wild and unboring, was painful and exhausting.

The tired that Bella felt was to the bone. She felt exhausted so deep within her that she knew that she would never recover. It was crushing. Her chest felt as though there was a boulder sitting on top of it, just enough to stop her from getting a lungful of air. She felt defeated and trapped.

It was the repetition that first stood out to her. She had literally been in this spot before. A slightly different rendering, but the same none the less. It was time.

It. Was. Time.

Linus loved and hated her at the same time, Cal was just a walking nightmare.

Bella ripped in two another string in the disentanglement of Bella and Linus