drown every single one of your feelings in old stolen rum

Freedom was hard to define by someone whose own freedom had not been freedom, but instead a clearly defined act. Yelena looked up the word once, one a mission. She had been in a library, flicking through pages while watching her mark. The word had shot out at her, consumed but not stuck; or, Yelena Belova does not know how to cope with her freedom. Also on A03