Sometimes she forgot about emotions.

Not hers. Theirs.

She appeared, & just as quickly, she was gone. They probably would have doubted she existed at all, had it not been for the scars she left on their hearts.

In her own heart, there was no room for sympathy or compassion. Once in a while, a piece of her felt sorry, but mostly for herself.

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