She breathes in deeply, holds the air in her lungs, then releases it slowly. Her body is a machine, regulating the speed and flow of what's inside. Air, water, blood. The rest. She controls it all, carefully. She hones herself like a blade.
With such emphasis on the physical, such intense, consuming focus on her body, she is able to drown out the thoughts in her head, and the pangs in her heart. They aren't real; she can't touch them. She won't.
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