Literature
Soapstone Hippo
How could she explain the polarity between the complete chaos and turmoil which had moments ago plagued her mind, and the calmness and serenity which was seeping its way through her body as she thought? Had anyone cared to ask, she didn't think she had an answer. Even the thought of him made every muscle tense, preparing for the next barrage. Fear, hurt, anger, hate, sadness, helplessness. They were all emotions she associated with him. Five minutes with him could reduce her to an emotional wreck. So every time, she locked herself in her room and sat there, trying to see clearly through blurred, reddened, weepy eyes. Trying to hold it