The motions are performed perfectly.
Definitely an A in Determination and Composure.
The sad smile is a nice touch, too.
Not a hair out of place, she checks off her lists methodically.
It doesn’t make the rainbows on her arms fade any faster.
In quiet defiance, she begins wearing pearls in matching colors.
Acceptance can be beautiful.
It’s the small victories.
The drone of the vacuum is no engine snarl,
but it gets the job done.
She hangs a speedometer above her bed by way of substitute.
Days go in, and then out again.
Perfectly.
Of course.
Now, if it weren’t for that pesky, gnawing hole somewhere around her middle...
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