Still Forest, Gentle Ripples

Even in the moment when her emotions spiraled out of control, she still couldn't shake the belief that something was missing from her. She was afraid she would eventually give in to reality and become yet another obedient daughter who bowed to her mother's expectations, abandoning her own path in life. Her only choice was to retreat to her room. The sound of the door closing quietly was almost imperceptible, yet that gentleness felt far more sorrowful than a violent slam. He wore a silver ring to fend off emptiness; she turned the ring on her finger to check whether the absence was still there. In exactly the same way, they were healing the same kind of emotional wound.