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Excuse me, too busy, you're writing a tragedy
These mess-ups
You bubble-wrap
When you've no idea what you're like
So, let go, let go
Jump in
Oh well, what you waiting for?
It's all right
'Cause there's beauty in the breakdown

Frou Frou, Let Go

She wasn't sure how she'd ended up here again.

This place where she was (she knew she was, it was the only explanation) inadequate.

Everything felt like settling.

Roy was trying.

(For now.)

And he was there.

Easy.

Comfortable.

Available.

But moving forward - on - felt like sinking.

And it showed.

Literally.

Five pieces of paper tacked to a wall.

Evidence of what she was missing.

Courage and honesty.

She'd tried to cover her lack of them with maturity and dignity.

It wasn't working

All she saw was self-loathing.