The line were getting blurry. Bella had successfully implemented assured destruction for herself and Linus. Along with that choice, came some unexpecte curve balls. Emotions that Bella did not expect. … Continue reading Blurry
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Inky Blackness
Here she was again, entering the abyss that gets harder to leave with every visit. Bella swore the inky blackness got blacker every time she would enter. The grip would … Continue reading Inky Blackness
When the Party is Over
It wasn’t fun anymore, she joined in sipping on her whiskey simply for something to do. In the moment it was nice, engaging and confortable as Nose would ask if … Continue reading When the Party is Over
get bitter not better
It’s their and it’s her fault It wasn’t their fault that Bella was where she was exactly, but it’s their fault she was on this path to begin with. The … Continue reading get bitter not better
Remniscient
She never thought to take pictures of the everyday people in her life. They were just always together so it never occured to her to take those pictures. And now … Continue reading Remniscient
Hysterical Blindness
Everyday she would get these fleeting flashes of what she believed she was becoming. The sacrificing mother, the one who could’ve done this or been that, an immense amount of … Continue reading Hysterical Blindness
Down the Rabbit Hole
What a goddamn blur self destruction could be. It was and wasn’t as fun as Bella remembered. This time felt more deliberately painful. And so very dark. It had never … Continue reading Down the Rabbit Hole
Holes
This wasn’t even the beginning of the end. She had thought it was. It was more like a warning of things yet to come. It wasn’t subtle and therefore Bella … Continue reading Holes
Mutually Assured Destruction
Perhaps it was the confidence boost of the momentary contempt, or the fact that she was just starting to go numb after months of this fucked up situation with Linus. … Continue reading Mutually Assured Destruction
Always Never
Of all the things Bella was losing, she never once thought she would get to the place where she’d never want to kiss Linus.
The list of little things that are slowly stopping was getting longer every day. When he looked at her, it wasn’t with love. There were glimpses of other things,
Sadness, anger…. Longing.
Not love.
Scarily enough it was no longer punching Bella in the gut. There was a ping in the bottom of her stomach and the rush of sadness over. Though that feeling felt more habitual and carried less weight.
Perhaps Linus had begun to finally see that his grip on her had not only loosened, but left.
Carrying away with it another string in the disentanglement of Bella and Linus
The Misadventures of the Late Mz. R.E. 