The floor… as if I had never overcome it… felt nice again to live in… to have close… Although Paul would pull me up enraged every time he found us sitting on it since there was a bed for a reason. And the need to cut our hair and wish to smile all the time so he wouldn't do anything… like I did with Seth… felt as if inevitable. It roamed my head, every minute that passed as its length bothered me… feeling unnatural… amiss.
That was what my side, the part my soul demanded from this body started to require so some ease could come to me… but when it came to Marianne… we became unable to make a sound and move smoothly again as that was the way she came to be at his hands originally.
A part of me knew this wasn't something that would stay permanently. Some of the sanity I had knew it since in my past life I was able to overcome it… I knew that all of these behaviours were sourced from traumas that came back in the shape of the best solution we found to counter them.
