Limits

Everyone has a limit. You can only push so hard against a sheet of glass before it stops pushing back and instead shatters under the force.

She's just found hers. Staring straight ahead, her chest rises and falls silently with each calm breath.

There is a limit to how many tears someone can cry, and she's found hers.

There's a limit to how much pain someone can feel before they just stop living.

She's found it.


It was the second-worst day of her life.

It was effectively the day she died.

It was the day she found Lance floating face-up.