'Sit tight. Hang on just a little longer' she whispered to herself. She knew she had to wait, she was unaware of the repercussions. She grew more anxious as the days drifted by slowly and painfully, choked up all on her self doubt. This was messy, she knew that it would be.
Remnants are scattered all around the floor. She desperately gathers the pieces, impatiently trying piece together the puzzle of the situation with only a thread of hope that it'll arrive at a masterpiece. She was determined to get through this, but part of her feels the uncertainty weighing down on her shoulders.
'Sit tight. Hang in just a little longer' she whispered to herself. Days were starting to look good again. She only has a small battle left. But she's worn out, she's exhausted. She doesn't know how much more strength she can muster up, she doesn't know if she can go on. She closes her eyes, inhales deeply, holds her breath momentarily, exhales with a big relief. She remembers why she was fighting, she remembers why she was holding on.
'It will be worth it' she tells herself over and over. It is almost over.
