[It was bad enough when it was just her. Seeing a vision of what her life could have been. No more nightmares, no bitterness she can't quite admit or accept, no questions she doesn't know the answer to. Sure, she'd been bitter still, but, then, she could define it. The memory of a dream that never happened? Only made things chaotic.
no subject
And Clove likes her life in order.]
Okay.
[Thanks.]