05-16-2010, 07:53 PM
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Geneva sighed, feeling a tingle of shame at the way she was treating her fellow pack mate and comrade. She shook her head slightly, as if she could clear away the thorny, black edged thoughts that crowded and dominated her mind. She wanted to eliminate harsh words from her vocabulary, but found that she could not. Her tone of voice and words now simply reflected the way she felt: imperfect, out of touch, hardened, and ugly.
Geneva sighed, feeling a tingle of shame at the way she was treating her fellow pack mate and comrade. She shook her head slightly, as if she could clear away the thorny, black edged thoughts that crowded and dominated her mind. She wanted to eliminate harsh words from her vocabulary, but found that she could not. Her tone of voice and words now simply reflected the way she felt: imperfect, out of touch, hardened, and ugly.
She felt like everything about her was ugly. Not only the disfigurement, but every part of her. She felt as though she spoiled everything she came into contact with, even the air she breathed. It was a hard thing to come to terms with, and so she acted and reacted poorly in response to that feeling.
"I just want to fade away," she said, and her voice was flat as she made her confession. She wasn't looking at him anymore. Instead her eyes sought the reflection of her ruined face in the water's surface. "Maybe it would be better if I would just leave."