[It's sick, the two of them. What they've done to each other, what they tried to stop doing.
Ellie had thought she'd healed, at least a little. Thought she'd done some good work. Had thought she might even leave behind what happened in Seattle, and in the surf of Santa Barbara that foggy, surreal day.
But put in the moment, she remembers how she got there back then. The desperation and the hatred the only thing keeping her moving despite the blood loss and the roaring in her ears. The utter refusal to accept failure.]
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Ellie had thought she'd healed, at least a little. Thought she'd done some good work. Had thought she might even leave behind what happened in Seattle, and in the surf of Santa Barbara that foggy, surreal day.
But put in the moment, she remembers how she got there back then. The desperation and the hatred the only thing keeping her moving despite the blood loss and the roaring in her ears. The utter refusal to accept failure.]
Then you're not getting any from me.