Mr. Linderman was the first person to tell her she was pretty, and in return she's given him her loyalty and her time, and he's given her everything she ever wanted.
That line chilled me to the bone.
This is absolutely brilliant, and I *love* it. I'm imagining the freedom someone must feel who has felt imprisoned by her looks all her life--the freedom of being able to make her body reflect whatever she wants of her insides, and then the mind, the fear, brokenness, desperation that makes her willingly indenture herself to someone--to put herself in someone else's prison. And you have *nailed* it so perfectly here. Even after being set free by her own ability, she is too insecure to trust herself. She needs someone else to direct her future.
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Mr. Linderman was the first person to tell her she was pretty, and in return she's given him her loyalty and her time, and he's given her everything she ever wanted.
That line chilled me to the bone.
This is absolutely brilliant, and I *love* it. I'm imagining the freedom someone must feel who has felt imprisoned by her looks all her life--the freedom of being able to make her body reflect whatever she wants of her insides, and then the mind, the fear, brokenness, desperation that makes her willingly indenture herself to someone--to put herself in someone else's prison. And you have *nailed* it so perfectly here. Even after being set free by her own ability, she is too insecure to trust herself. She needs someone else to direct her future.
So. Much. Love.