I'm not sorry.
A smile creeps to her lips as she gave into her defiance. Too long has she waited. Too long has she allowed lucidity to be drowned in an ocean of doubt and subordinate tendencies. No longer must she muster up the courage to defend her spirit of freedom as she tore at her self inflicted restraints. Alas, there would be consequences, but the sweet redemption and promise of emancipation sufficed her apprehension.
The knowledge that never again would she have to explain her comings and goings gave her hope. Longing for her turn to speak and not hold back anymore, she severed their words from penetrating her soul any longer. With that, in a voice she could not quite place, she demanded "Enough" and it was.
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