Holly turned to look out of the window and stared at the green fields as they flew by. The hills were dotted with little white specks as the sheep bravely climbed to new heights, oblivious to the wonderful views. Neat stone walls separated each field and you could see the grey lines, jagged like jigsaw puzzles, for miles, connecting each piece of land together. Holly had yet to find a few pieces for her own puzzled mind.
'Yeah,', she sighed, 'I'm OK.'
- page 408 & 409
Yes, she had finally managed to drag herself out of bed every morning; yes, she had even managed to get dressed most of the time. Yes, she had succeeded in finding a new job where she met new people and yes, she had finally started buying food again and feeding herself. But no, she didn't feel ecstatic about any of these things. They were just formalities, something else to check off on the 'things that normal people do' list. None of them filled the hole in her heart; it was like her body had become one great jigsaw just like the green fields with their pretty grey-stone walls connecting the whole of Ireland. She had started working on the corners and the edges of her jigsaw because they were the easy bits but now that they were all in place she needed to do all the bits in between, the hard parts. But nothing she had done so far had managed to fill that hole in her heart; that piece of jigsaw had yet to be found.
Ever since the holiday Holly had opened up to Sharon and Denise a lot more, but now she felt she was repeating the same old worries over and over again. Sometimes they would succeed in getting through to her and she would feel positive and confident, only to be thrown back into despair days later.
- page 412
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