She was so bloody emotional and oh my goodness, oh my.

Hormones. She had not missed these. Raging through her body like a bull in a porcelain shop. Goodness, havoc East one word for it.

Why couldn't she stop crying? And finding every single thing that could possibly upset her make her blubber. And there was the cute. The adorable. Tiny knitted booties and kittens and bonnets. They were far too many of them. It was becoming dangerous to walk into a marketplace.

No. She needed to stop. But as she walked away from that deep hole that was a void to nowhere she couldn't hello but think of how she had gotten to where she was. How all the trials and victories she had had had led her to this point. To this life. Walking, really, to nowhere in particular away from the nothing. What a life she had led. What people she had met and upset. What things had been said.

She wished they had listened. She wished they had given her a chance to express her feelings. But it was too late now, they had walked away and life had changed for the better.

Booties. Blankets. That's what she needed to think about now.