She was so tired. So damn tired.
It didn’t happen all at once. She started to lose a piece here and a piece there. She feels broken. Udderly fucking broken.
Physically and emotionally.
She will slip or stumble and can’t catch herself.
She weeps so uncontrollablely her stomach and back ache. Her body feels bruised on the inside from holding on as long as possible before breaking.
And then she is told she isn’t broken, but beautiful. That’s when she knew he was on her side, he had her back – always.