Defining Alive
:Jun wakes up in an unfamiliar bed. The sheets are more or less clean beneath her face. She'd flipped the pillow over when she'd soaked the other side with her tears. She sits up, pushing her tangled black hair from her face.
She's not even mad that Joe thought the absolute worst of her. She's resigned that in Joe's mind, on some level, the worst equals being like him.
She reaches back, behind the bed, and pushes back the drapes to let in sunlight. That calms her some. She relaxes. Eventually, she works herself into a state of mind separate from what she wants and what she feels. She packs up her desire for him the way she neatened her office. Calmly going through the things that were there, discarding what she can't keep and storing what she can.
She's going to tell him about the father figure in her basement. She's so bad with words. It's going to take her a while to figure out how.:
She's not even mad that Joe thought the absolute worst of her. She's resigned that in Joe's mind, on some level, the worst equals being like him.
She reaches back, behind the bed, and pushes back the drapes to let in sunlight. That calms her some. She relaxes. Eventually, she works herself into a state of mind separate from what she wants and what she feels. She packs up her desire for him the way she neatened her office. Calmly going through the things that were there, discarding what she can't keep and storing what she can.
She's going to tell him about the father figure in her basement. She's so bad with words. It's going to take her a while to figure out how.: