[She's learned to move despite her own fears. It had been a struggle at first, being the bait for her father, the feelings coursing through her veins similar to what she used to feel.
When they stop, when the door is finally shut, it starts coming back... Being on a train, these feelings at war within her as she approaches the target - a smile plastered on her face that doesn't reach her eyes. She doesn't respond at first, watching the scene play out before her with sickening detail.
She can feel herself shaking, trying to pry her eyes away from the scene, but it's too hard. Tears stream down her face as breathing becomes more of a challenge.
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When they stop, when the door is finally shut, it starts coming back... Being on a train, these feelings at war within her as she approaches the target - a smile plastered on her face that doesn't reach her eyes. She doesn't respond at first, watching the scene play out before her with sickening detail.
She can feel herself shaking, trying to pry her eyes away from the scene, but it's too hard. Tears stream down her face as breathing becomes more of a challenge.
This wasn't supposed to be her life.]