For too long, she'd been held back, held in, and suppressed.
"No more!" cried her spirit. It strained incessantly and undeniably against her rib cage. The buildup was too much. She let loose all that was burning and soaring in her soul, screamed her anger and frustration, sobbed her pain and loneliness, and sang at the top of her lungs. It was complete release, yet the more she gave, the more rose and expanded and ran rampant in her blood. The admirable and the beautiful mixed with the abhorrent and the ugly in a dizzying storm, all her highest heights and lowest depths roaring though her at once. She cried and laughed with the same breath. She felt as if she would burst, for all that was contained within her shell couldn't remain so. It couldn't be possible that she wasn't about to explode from the love and rage and need that just kept growing, and growing, and growing. Everything she'd needed so desperately to express from so long came rushing out in a worldless deluge that drowned her senses until she was pure, raw emotion. All that had been and would be no longer existed. The only thing that was in all of time and space was the fierce, glorious feeling that she had become.
How could she go back?