• Caitlin commented on the post, charity 4 years, 6 months ago

    She was worth it – worth everything. I have no regrets to this day – I loved her, and perhaps I still do.
    And I know that nothing is all I have left, but nothing is all I need.

  • Caitlin commented on the post, fled 4 years, 6 months ago

    It was no wonder why he was gone so soon. Who would want to be burdened with something as severe as that? It was amazing that she could even handle it. She would never ask that of anyone else.

  • Caitlin commented on the post, terrain 4 years, 6 months ago

    Rocks. Rocks. All that was there – rocks.
    Black – I remember that. They were black rocks.
    They were sharp, ragged. They would cut – deep.

  • Caitlin commented on the post, worn 4 years, 6 months ago

    The fabric was thin, the color faded. Everything she remembered about her mother was in this dress, but it had now withered away into a vast nothingness.
    She saw herself in the dress.

  • Caitlin commented on the post, pediatrician 4 years, 6 months ago

    There comes a point when talking is no longer an option. Sometimes you just have to walk away, especially after such horrid news is delivered to a person – by you. They don’t want to see your face anymore.
    Understand that.

  • Caitlin commented on the post, difficult 4 years, 7 months ago

    Everything about the situation was so aggravating! Hell, everything about him was!
    There wasn’t one thing she could do to fix this – to fix them . . .

  • Caitlin commented on the post, metro 4 years, 7 months ago

    She was on her way to the airport when the lightning struck.
    Too late; she was too late.

  • Caitlin commented on the post, nobody 4 years, 7 months ago

    She was selfish and worthless – her mother had told her plenty of times, and her father made no objections to the harsh facts. It was the truth. She had come to accept it – what else could she do?

  • Caitlin commented on the post, gazing 4 years, 7 months ago

    The sunset was red today – more red than usual – and red wasn’t a happy color for her. She couldn’t help but wonder if it was a bad omen. After all, these types of things usually were.

  • Caitlin commented on the post, translucent 4 years, 8 months ago

    It was almost gone; the color was fading in the thing, and she could do nothing to stop it. It went so fast – going, leaving, fleeing from her.
    She felt guilty.
    The solidity of it was gone – there was no stability left in it or in her.
    They were both translucent.

  • Caitlin commented on the post, disfigured 4 years, 8 months ago

    I hated the mess I’d created for myself – there was no escape. Nothing could take me away from this hell. It was all my fault, I’ll admit. If I wasn’t angered so easily, it wouldn’t have happened.
    I promise.
    The body was horrid to look at, the mangled thing long past disfigured. I told myself it wouldn’t happen again – ever.
    I said that last time.