Ya ideas hadn't gotten her to far...lost in the storms of her mind mostly. Without pratical application ideas weren't helping much. She had some good ones but they just led to unanswered questions. Like-what had it all been for? And why? Still, she was using them. She'd asked herself what made something true and discovered that for her anyway belief was the answer. So she was working on giving up her belief in injustice and tradgedy.
She didn't even believe in the victim profile, not from an intellectual perspective, but it was all she'd mangaged to manifest!
And then she got the call- the one she couldn't quite wrap her mind around. He "quit breathing"? No! this could not be happening! She'd talked to him about this just weeks ago. He was not allowed to die before her. Every cell in her body through up defense. She'd give him hell when she got to the hospital, for doing this to her. But some part of her knew. It was true. And then she shattered.
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