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She shook her head, and then she turned to face the kitchen that she had made half her own. Her face had grown less gaunt with food and shelter. She was not beautiful.
But she was. Oh, she was.
She said, flatly, "Let me go." More in the words than his hands could cause. He trembled as he removed them.
She opened the door. Stepped out.
"You have the key," he shouted after her retreating back. "I'm not about to change the locks."
She stared at him for a minute, and then she turned and ran. And he let her go.
--The Rose Garden, Michelle West
Certain passages echo with me when I read them. This one made me sad because it reminded me that I know what it is to run away from feelings out of fear and out of the inability to let go of past betrayal and hurt.
My happy ending didn't happen, and I didn't go back. Maybe some day I can fix it..but I'm not holding my breath.
In the meantime, I'm going to nurse my fever and write off these weird feelings and memories as delirium.
But she was. Oh, she was.
She said, flatly, "Let me go." More in the words than his hands could cause. He trembled as he removed them.
She opened the door. Stepped out.
"You have the key," he shouted after her retreating back. "I'm not about to change the locks."
She stared at him for a minute, and then she turned and ran. And he let her go.
--The Rose Garden, Michelle West
Certain passages echo with me when I read them. This one made me sad because it reminded me that I know what it is to run away from feelings out of fear and out of the inability to let go of past betrayal and hurt.
My happy ending didn't happen, and I didn't go back. Maybe some day I can fix it..but I'm not holding my breath.
In the meantime, I'm going to nurse my fever and write off these weird feelings and memories as delirium.