They found her curled up in the dark corner of a forsaken shed: seemingly at peace, restful, right where she belonged.
“Come home,” they crooned. “We’ll watch sunsets together again.”
She said nothing, but her eyes caressed all hearts looking down at her. As she spilled invisible words that had been begging to be set free, she wondered how many of these souls really wanted her to return, and how many came to see her with a dagger behind their back.
For #WhisperingNeds 94.
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