Cleopatra and Frankenstein

Her mind still had a habit of tossing up painful memories, a reminder, she supposed, to keep moving forward

She had finally learned to be by herself in public without thinking about what others were thinking of her. It was a relief to live from the inside out at long last

I guess that’s what life should feel like; setting off on a long car ride with all your worries and hopes strapped around you, the people who love you most frantically waving you off as you go