[P] seek me out

[Elena]

It's always a matter, isn't it, of waiting for the world to come unraveled? When things hold together, it's always only temporary

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here is another version of the story, one where Snow White knew exactly what she was doing when she bit into the apple—and she did it anyway. 

This is the story Elena lives, taken that poison, like that poisonous love that had burned like acid in her veins and eaten holes in her heart. It had felt like an easy love at first, like there had been nothing to question, all instinct and impulse and meant to be’s. But she never realized that the moment she had taken that first bite, she had fallen asleep.

Maybe now, she is just waking up.
And it is all pain and agony and sorrow, but she cannot close her eyes, no matter how hard she tries, that slumber she once loved no longer comes to her. It is as elusive as smoke after the fire has burnt itself out. 

She does not know why she’s here.

To be fair, on most days Elena does not why she is where she ends up. Her days remain disconnected and sporadic, and she is left walking the line of anger and rage and utter sorrow. She feels it in her bones—the loss, the confusion—and it scrapes her clean, leaves her empty and wanting.

“I’ll never let anything happen to you. I promise.” She had just told her daughter this morning. And now she stands at a bridge made of bones and Elena wonders how difficult that promise would be to keep if she is no longer there to hold it.

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