Pacing the therapist's office for a bit, Zora finally stopped to look out the window at people in the street below. She was oddly nervous, anxious and calm, all at the same time. She knew that she should have come earlier, like almost as soon as the attack had happened - in fact, the doctor who checked her out afterwards had recommended talking to someone, but she hadn't.
Zora had done what she often did - she pushed everything to the side thinking she could deal with it as she had always dealt with things. And she had been dealing, or so she thought, with everything quite well, until the night of the bonfire when she had finally snapped and found herself hours later confused and standing on a cliff, watching the ocean below, and wondering if dying hurt.
In fact, if Broen hadn't shown up when he did, Zora still wondered if she would have tested out the idea of whether an immortal can die if they hurl themselves into the ocean from a tall enough bluff.
@Romi
Zora had done what she often did - she pushed everything to the side thinking she could deal with it as she had always dealt with things. And she had been dealing, or so she thought, with everything quite well, until the night of the bonfire when she had finally snapped and found herself hours later confused and standing on a cliff, watching the ocean below, and wondering if dying hurt.
In fact, if Broen hadn't shown up when he did, Zora still wondered if she would have tested out the idea of whether an immortal can die if they hurl themselves into the ocean from a tall enough bluff.
@Romi