Duck Lake [m] Oh cease me

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She should have been happy.
In many ways, she was; surrounded by family, looking ahead to a bright future where her daughter would never need to run the way she had. It felt as if Reverie had spent her whole life running. From The Gilded Sea, from the witch, from the creeping flames of all the bridges she'd burned. There was nothing to run from anymore, yet the urge caught her from time to time.
And she knew it was because, for all her blind pursuit of freedom, she would never be free of herself. She was still the same woman who had cast everyone aside, had compromised the essence of herself for the love of a man; she was still the same woman who had threatened her husband with her own life. The one who had run from all those who'd tried to love her, to save her. But Reverie had always known that they could not help her.
How could anyone protect her from herself?
She wandered to the lakeside quite by accident — and she refused, refused to remember what it had meant to her, once. Reverie settled by the water's edge, unperturbed by the feathered residents, and wept. It was a small blessing, she thought, that the noise of them covered the raw sounds of her grief.