Spilt Milk

There’s an axe that’s stuck in the wall, and for the life of her she can’t stop crying over things that aren’t likely to happen. (She considers all possibilities, and takes each one so seriously that others don’t know whether to be proud of her or pity her.)

For her, there are more than enough tears to spare, and more than enough scenarios to play and replay until alternate realities aren’t as far away as they seem. For her, she tends to overthink everything, so much so that she even rethinks herself until she can’t recognise herself in the mirror, and becomes a runaway with nowhere to go.

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