There's no experience quite like it.
The rush of being free...
She'd done it. She'd actually done it. That lingering pressure in the back of her mind-- gone. She didn't have to worry about the fight being worth it anymore, because it was.
Right? ... It was worth it, right? Maybe... Maybe it wasn't. She'd hurt so many-- killed, so many. All for what? A single spell?
And then the soul crushing gut punch of defeat when you realize what you've done. When you realize who you've hurt... Even when you tried to avoid hurting people. It wasn't enough. It was never enough. The next minute, you could be trapped in your own head, unable to escape-- your loved ones at the mercy of--
"Layla, stop. That's quite enough." She wrapped her arms around her friend. "You've put yourself through enough blame. Besides... That one spell-- can stop it from happening to anyone else again." She smiled at her friend gently.
Layla sighed and embraced her. "... You're right." She smiled faintly.
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There is good stuff here: the feelings of guilt and the act of being forgiven but there's not enough context. There's enough pain for a therapist to be involved but I don't know what it looks like or where they came from.
- #4314 Posted 1 year ago
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