The truth is a locked door, and every third word, a skeleton key
by Taurenelle
Why don't I run? Don't need to tell him, don't need to make him understand. A note that simply says ‘it is over’ is enough to not unnecessarily alarm him. I think that, in truth, I was...I am always in hiding. From him, from my thoughts…but this is the path to happiness, right? Freedom and isolation? An escape from everything he has or may wish to provide me. Peace and quiet are the keys to future doors that I so fucking desperately need to…want to open. But loneliness will do for now, not forever. I deserve better.
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