The anticipation was killing her.
Quite literally, in fact.
But that was the hazard of living in a world where emotions took physical form whenever you dwelt on them. Joy was an exciting friend, always happy to be doing whatever needed doing. Sorrow dragged at your feet, moaning about the gloominess of the day.
And anticipation got so worked up, that it couldn't stand itself anymore. At that point, it would turn on the one feeling it, and ignore the emotions that it caused by its actions.
For the emotions were not affected by other emotions whose source was themselves, unfortunately.
And so she had to run away from her own anticipation until she no longer was feeling it.
Too bad that could be a while...
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