She has been fractured for a long time. Not belonging to any one group of people or any one place. Instead, she’s been finding parts of herself in different places, splitting herself up and hiding the pieces inside boxes only she knows about like Horcruxes. Sometimes it’s her heart, sometimes it’s her whole body. Sometimes fracturing her heart is like fracturing her whole body. There’s one foot in, another foot out. There’s one finger on one page while another finger is flipping to the next page. All this while her hand wants to close the book altogether.
She has been healing for a long time. Her Horcruxes keep trying to crawl out of their boxes like spiders after a volcano eruption. Sometimes she lets them make the connection, building a bridge to her past to help her move forward into the future. Sometimes healing is a lot of sitting in silence, sometimes it’s a lot of listening to songs and picking the one she relates to the most to put on repeat. Treating others with the brand of kindness she could never see through for herself, she wraps the bandages and grows back the bones that were once a part of her foundation.
She has been growing for a long time. Band-Aids don’t work all the time, but they serve as a good shield from the immediate pain. Once healing begins, her Band-Aids are so soaked in lessons, reflections, and alone time they slip right off. But there are no pills in the world that can restore her fractures back to original form, so she refills her Band-Aid box incessantly because a long time is a long time, no matter how many Horcruxes she has.
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