Air
In the mountains, far from “home,” you can breathe. The air tastes fresh and moist, allowing
hope to fester in your lungs in a way the sandy desert heat never could cultivate.
Earth
Scorched Earth. It’s what he expected, and you’d never dream of disappointing him. Not even
now, after all he’s put you through.
Water
Cut off at the street.
Fire
Burning down the life he’d trapped you in.
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