She was broken, but comfortable with it. You see, every single crack was proof that at some point she trade controlled perfection for something real.
She broke an ankle while she tripped over a big ego, she got a nasty bruise trying to get empathy out of a hole, she fractured her wrist punching a bad temper, she even slipped and fell on her back from euphoria’s high altitude. The smash was so bad that they sent her straight to recovery in comfort zone.
Now she’s up and she’s complaining about the dull hospital smell every two minutes.
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