Fics like heal the scars from off my back (i don't need them anymore)

"Carol knows in her heart that she shouldn’t pour herself another drink. The glass is sticky enough to remind her that she’s spilled the amber liquid over her own hands at least three times, and she’s licked them clean as if wasting a single drop of her favourite poison were a crime. If anyone could see her now, they would deem her pathetic, disgusting, hopeless. The fact that she can still feel the stinging shame of knowing that she’s exactly all those things makes her realize that she’s not drunk enough." [...] “You’re Carol, right? I’m Zosia. I hear you’ve had quite a day.” Carol scoffs, trying to conceal the cracks in her voice. “And it’s not even noon yet.” or the one where Carol struggles through loss, grief, addiction and trauma, doesn't ask for help, but gets it anyways.

Fics like heal the scars from off my back (i don't need them anymore)

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