People talk about time healing all wounds, but Kainé has her doubts. The slightest thing can dredge up those memories, send her heart racing and make bile rise in her throat. It doesn't happen as often, but a few bad days can make it feel like nothing has changed at all. Maybe time heals wounds, but what does it matter if they get ripped back open so easily? What does it matter when the person she is now is a result of those horrors?

"No, they fucking don't." She sucks in a breath, and lets it out. She has known happiness, and love. But it departs from her so easily, while the hate is part of her forever.

"But... like hell I know what to do with it now."