Every day feels like a war. A war of wills; the will to get out of bed, to keep moving. The will for small talk and easy conversation. Which I didn’t usually bother to take part in. But I do what the doctor says, going through the motions. And eventually there comes hope, and the warmth I’ve found again with Peeta. So, slowly, we grow back together. We’re ruined, tainted, damaged, and broken. It’s still a struggle, but we carry on all the same.
(Fuente: mellarkcookies)
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