Duck Lake War[m] water rises; still feels like I can't stop crying

For a time she suffered there, alone as she had always been, gripped by the agony of her own self-destruction. Later she would blame the valley; that scathing encounter with Akavir; the news of Moss's passing. But Reverie knew better than that.
It was her fault. It would always be her fault. And maybe that had been the case all along, even going back to The Gilded Sea. Perhaps her parents had seen the twisted thing inside of her long before anyone else, and knew that she would one day deserve the torment inflicted upon her. Or maybe it was then that she had become so twisted. She didn't know. All Reverie knew was that when the fire finally passed, she found herself weakened; trembling; lying feet away from her own vomit and wishing fiercely that she could simply close her eyes and sleep for the final time. What else was left for her?
Everyone who had ever loved her had come to regret it. And the one who'd loved her the most —

She didn't want to think about it. She was just so tired.