No matter how many feelings she folded up neatly, edge on edge, they would sometimes return to her, all at once it seemed. She has always strived for order in her world, and it wasn’t easy to face the chaos of past and present colliding. She was a new person, she knew that. Ever since she moved here, she felt washed of the speckles of old patterns. Still, the stories weren’t easy to shake off. And with reason. – she thought. They were returning, because they once meant so much to her. She sat with the feelings until she could feel a bridge forming between her past and her present.