[She doesn't know about that. Even if she changes it, she still remembers what she's done. It was always the memory that was the worst, not the sleepless nights or the broken body. It wasn't even Barbet's rejection. It was her own begging and crying. She shudders. The woman she'd most like to be can't stand the creature she's been, and without her own inherent confidence, Carla will never get back to herself.
She doesn't know what this place is, all she can really say is,]
I don't want to go back.
[Which is one foot in to some door, whatever it is.]
Re: ☏ courtesies that i disguise in me
She doesn't know what this place is, all she can really say is,]
I don't want to go back.
[Which is one foot in to some door, whatever it is.]