adopted?
As Rose lay sprawled on the cold floor, staring blankly at the ceiling, time seemed to slip away. She didn't know how long she had been lying there minutes, hours, it was all a blur. The well of tears she'd tapped into had dried up; her eyes felt raw and swollen, but now even they were devoid of expression. She blinked occasionally, but her body felt as lifeless as her spirit, emptied of the fierce storm of emotions that had raged within her.
The regret, the guilt, the longing to rewrite the pastit was all too much. No matter how composed and strong she had once believed herself to be, this was too heavy a burden to carry. She thought she knew herself. Thought she was resilient, stoic even. But this… this was breaking her from within, shaking her down to the very foundation of her being.