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*little lima!fish flaps hopelessly on the end of the porn hook*
She envisioned a pond and smoothed the surface in her mind. Eyes closed, she brought in winter and lay a thickening of ice over the surface ... The ice shattered and her tears started.
Awed. Completely. How you ever came up with this analogy is completely beyond me, but it captured her pain perfectly. It was great to read both sides to this story and to see the conflict facing the two characters.