Sunbeam Lair [m] Just give it time, the sands will pass

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She'd never wanted to come here again.
The place of Blossom's birth; the memory of being alone, truly alone in the way that terrified Reverie more than anything in the world. It was unchanged and yet it felt different, wrong. How could it be so quiet when all her memories were of screaming? How could it be so peaceful when she could still smell all the blood?
She could not forget the horrors of her pregnancy, even now. The utter vulnerability, the helplessness of feeling herself sicken and watching her body change. The ugly gnawing hurt of being abandoned with it. Blossom's arrival had only been a culmination of sorts. But she wondered, sometimes, what it would have been like if she hadn't been alone. If she had never tried to end it, end herself.
Reverie stepped into the middle of the cave and sank shakily to the ground. She looked up, and the sky looked nothing like it had that night.
Still, she wept.