The moment that the emotions started pouring out of her was when it was put to an abrupt halt without her having another chance to let them out.
They had just been sitting there, buried deep within her for so long, without a way to let them out or confront them.
Perhaps she was too scared to dig up such things again, but it could have just been that there never seemed to be a need to face it again.
It was easier to keep such things in the past, where they were buried.
She had already come to terms with her mother's death and that she had put everything behind her so that she could move forward.
That was the kind of thing she thought to herself, and she had told herself, but it was far from the truth.
The truth was that she had been pushing forward so much that she barely had the time to look back too much.
The things that she had been unable to deal with still lingered even if she tried to forget about them.
