(7) Naomi: Disintegration

Naomi sat upright in her bed, afraid to move, on the edge of tears stunned by Emily’s action, and conversely, her own inaction. ‘Fucking Christ’, Emily was gone.   She had underestimated Emily, attempted to simplify her, tried to make her fit into her world. Her damn, controlled, compartmentalized world where she barely ( Read more... )

(8)The Constant: Lately

Gina finally arrived home late, and opened the unlocked front door. She was exhausted from her work at the clinic. It had been a difficult night and she was ready to sleep. She hung her bag behind the door and listened. Her music was playing. ‘Hmmm. Not quite like Naomi.’ Otherwise, the house was quiet. Naomi’s bike had been ( Read more... )

(9) Naomi: Roads

Despite her physical exhaustion, Naomi’s mind wasn’t ready to settle. She kept thinking about Emily, her pained words and her own silence.   Fuck how did she get here? Everything hurt, her whole body ached.

She kept thinking, trying to find her way through her feelings and experiences.

The pieces of her life started to flow and fit ( Read more... )

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