She is looking for happiness in a place that she lost it. She lost it but of course she came back. For her friends. For her mentor. She forgot the feeling that she had when one walked through the door to find the one she did not like. And then she remembered as they sat in front of her
Her face shocked
Her eyes flashing
The white blinding.
People don't understand.
She "got messed up"
She "got scared"
She "got triggered"
No.
It's different.
She got panicked.
Terribly panicked
Full of
White
Hot
Anger
Coming off as
Simply scared.
She continues to search for what she lost. She is losing her hold, slipping. Her fingers reach the edge of letting go. The tips white, holding on with all she's got. If she lets go, she knows it will be all gone. Everything she loved. So she keeps it alive by never losing her grasp.
"I will hold on."
