The preservation of the martyr in me-Psychosocial

She chose her times to travel carefully, trying to get alone for a while. She loved living in Tortuga, it almost filled the gaping hole in her stomach. She took a few deep breathes and she looked around for lavender. She knew inhaling it would help calm her nerves, but she was on her last nerve just trying to find the damned plant. there was no surprise that it was missing, after all it was winter and plants died in the winter. She looked around the frozen ground until she came near a delta.


She had never seen a delta before, and she had no idea what it was. It was like a gaping hole that led to the ocean or whatever was out there. Asha had been deep in the mountains her entire life. Sadness reflected in her eyes as she pressed on with her search. Oh what would I do if I had never left? She wondered silently.