On the edge of the world, she stopped to catch her breath.
She was tired.
Tired of hiding. Tired of moving. Tired of running.
Tired.
It was beautiful out there.
Calm. Peaceful. Serene.
She could stay there forever,
looking at the blue eternity sprawling out before her.
But this was only a temporary stopping ground.
For far too long, she had been running,
running from the world,
running from herself.
But even the edge of the world wasn’t far enough,
and sooner or later, she would have to face them both.
But she wasn’t ready yet.
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