She’d been trying, and all he’d done was tell her it wasn’t enough. That she wasn’t enough. That he needed her to try harder. Needed her to be more. Needed her to give and give and give. And now she was this. She’d stopped trying. She’d stopped trying to be anything but the unpredictable, wild thing she was. It wasn’t her fault. Everyone had demanded something of her she simply didn’t know how to manifest. Instead of teaching her to harness her wildness, she’d learned to simply survive with it.
