– ❝ Are those the bones that you think fill my closet?❞
What a delightful theory; she quite liked the thought. It would be something to be plagued by the ghosts of people who had given their all to please you. Worn thin. Bone dry. As if she were some sort of welcome parasite, leeching off things like the warmth, kindness and charity of others. Perhaps it would have been nice to hear their whispers in her ear on the nights she’d spent alone. I gave you all. You were my everything. ( It’d be a nice change from screaming it at ghosts on her own. )
To think that there was that sort of person in her life to betray at all.
Not that she wouldn’t. It was just that those people didn’t want her.
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