This was no good, she thought dully. This wasn’t even close to enough. She had a voracity she could never quite quench, a fear she couldn’t stifle, a sense of dread lingering constantly overhead. She had a need, several needs, that she could never manage to extinguish. But people didn’t like needy, so she’d learned to transform it. To bury it, cleverly disguised, in someone whose compulsions matched hers. Complementary shapes into fitting pieces. Flaws, she thought, were just vacancies to be filled.
