Part 1: The Bleed
That rat-tat-tatting in her head. The melancholy won’t leave her alone. No matter what she does to quell its insistence., it comes bubbling up, whispering in her ear. She wasn’t meant to be any single person. She has this mish mash of things living inside her that weren’t meant to coexist. She had no idea what she wanted because she wanted everything. And because she wanted everything, she couldn’t commit to anything.