War

They stood at opposite ends of the room. Torn and hurting, but adamant. One trying to save the other from the self. A mother trying to reason, a daughter flinching. Angry words, hot tears, air laden thick with accusations and guilt. Each wants to close the distance but hesitates. They were, after all, at war.

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