The next part of the story is where I broke that curse. Once. Accidentally. [ and she knows, now, that the sex wasn't the problem. it was the happiness. the togetherness. the brief spark of hope or joy that came in the hours after; however, the terror is still there. enough to make even a light touch on the arm inspire guilt. ]
He terrorized us for months. He killed...there was a lot of badness. Things got so bad that even when they didn't seem that bad at all, he had to leave. We couldn't be -- if we could've, maybe things would've changed. But he left. No goodbye. We moved on.
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He terrorized us for months. He killed...there was a lot of badness. Things got so bad that even when they didn't seem that bad at all, he had to leave. We couldn't be -- if we could've, maybe things would've changed. But he left. No goodbye. We moved on.