There used to be a time when Grainne was proud of herself, the work she did, and her place in the world…so proud that she though herself an instrument of the Maker. That was back when she did terrible things that haunt her to this day no matter how hard she tried to forget. Feeling good about herself just seemed too dangerous, too close to that mess.
“I’ll admit that it’s difficult to see the big picture, when I’m still so caught up on my own life. I’ve…done a lot of bad things in my past that I need to make amends for before I can feel like I’m actually doing something good.”
Her heart raced, and she began to feel dizzy, immediately wanting to take back what she said. Fucking fuck, why did she say that?
“Whatever. Yesterday is dead. Moping about it won’t fix anything.” But wasn’t that part of the problem? So much hurt caused by her own hand that could never be undone.
“I’ll admit that it’s difficult to see the big picture, when I’m still so caught up on my own life. I’ve…done a lot of bad things in my past that I need to make amends for before I can feel like I’m actually doing something good.”
Her heart raced, and she began to feel dizzy, immediately wanting to take back what she said. Fucking fuck, why did she say that?
“Whatever. Yesterday is dead. Moping about it won’t fix anything.” But wasn’t that part of the problem? So much hurt caused by her own hand that could never be undone.
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