She was shattered.
So fucking shattered.
She’d been angry. She’d been defeated. She’d been numb. She’d been all that and more.
But shattered? Broken to pieces? Impossible to piece together?
This was new. And it was devastating. Irreparable. Done.
She tried desperately to put herself back together.
She used logic and science and reason. But the pieces just didn’t quite fit.
She tried to be forceful. She tried to be gentle. She tried to be considerate. She even just willed and wished it to work.
So she gave up.
She sat there looking at her broken pieces – looking at the blood, the guts, the tears, and even the memories.
And then she walked away.