All good things come to an end, sometimes even before they begin. Elise wasn't crazy, but she wasn't sane. In search for comfort health, she ironically clinged to the epitome of her delusions of reality. the nurse walked in 30 years ago, and handed her the drink that would wait half second decades to be consumed. she would stay the night, although she would be subjected to treatment that had been deemed obsolete for the past decade, it would serve its purpose for the time that was. it would take her 30 years to realize she was where she had been.
time always was a tricky subject for her.
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