Ester and Cal or gods Ester lay sprawled across the huge bed, and thought about when she used to only be able sleep on the right half because her husband preferred the left. At the agony of this memory, she curled into a ball and clutched her sides. For a moment, she became short of breath but, after a few calming breathing exercises her therapist had taught her, she felt numb again. Something was pressing against her ribcage and she reached under herself to find that it was her phone. As she tapped the screen, light flooded the darkened room and Ester squinted. When her sight adjusted to the bright glow from the phone, she realEster and Cal or gods
Remy and Wes For the past several weeks, Mark’s apartment had been Remy’s favorite place to be. Before then, she had avoided the place as though it was condemned but, now that she was Fine-Just-Fine, she could go back. Marta, her best friend, had told her over and over that it was safe, that it would be fine. Remy was delighted when she finally felt sure enough to return. Mark always had air-con set on FREEZING, and the cold was always good. To her, it was comforting. As soon as she’d walked into the apartment, she’d slipped off her little flats and smiled when sheRemy and Wes
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Worry not that no one knows of you; seek to be worth knowing.
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