Anguish

Have you ever felt your intestines twitch?
Did you have to stand barefoot of sharp pieces of glass?
Were you subject to ridicule?

Ah! The sweet piercing, nagging, tormenting lurch in the pit of your stomach...

My companion.

Pain!

1095

That was the number of days she'd given it. All those days. They were breathed in the name of one.

Not much has changed since.

Anticipation could kill her.

Put an end to her misery. Please!