Jul 26, 2025
fromhacker-tohero
Bobbi was sitting on the couch with a bottle of beer in her hand. Her grip on the bottle grew tighter and tighter until it eventually shattered in her hand. Yet still she gripped the shard that remained in her hand, not reacting when her hand started to bleed as she stared blankly ahead.
Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Your fault! Those words haunted her mind as she was trapped in the memory of the day she lost Lance. Despite pretending she was fine and that everything was okay, she had actually be spiraling into an even worse state. She was far from okay even though she was pretending to be okay.