│ xx. TO HOLD A BLURRED HEART

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THE FORGE — nwh-post( ASHLEE'S VERSION )

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HEAVY SHOULDERS, HEAVY TENSION, HEAVY HEART

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HEAVY SHOULDERS, HEAVY TENSION, HEAVY HEART. Margaret June Thompson did not want to leave her solitude she had grown. She willed away the moments building up to the ice breaking. Headaches large enough to cause tsunamis in her mind. She found herself grasping onto breaths, holding onto the last piece of normality for her mind. No matter the amount of medication she took, she only grew more and more in pain. She was so confused how her headaches grew to quickly in severity.

She was so, so angry. She was a goddamn neurosurgeon with a deteriorating brain — she should not be having her mind fucked with whenever she spent years over years learning every thing there was about the organ. It made her so upset she had to cry in the bathtub with the water over her skin instead of holding onto a wine glass as she drank with Toni and Peter. It made her so upset she was having to hide every wince when Peter kissed her for every small amount of movement sent her into a frenzy of pain.

She went through it alone for the first three days. When she showered, she laid on the floor of the tub and let every tear of pain out. When she readied for sleep, she dug her nails into her leg to skin to prevent the pain seeping in her mind to travel elsewhere.

She rarely truly slept. She rarely truly laughed. She rarely truly smiled.

It was like that for three continuous days — thought it would be more in honesty — until she had been kissing Peter and one particular jerk, him pushing her under him, and she winced.

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