Humans are like water glasses. The water, that most elusive of things, is made of memories--people, events, words--all of them negative. Most glasses are only filled halfway. Some lucky ones only sustain a drop or two. And the most unlucky of us--the Edgar Allen Poes and Vincent Van Goghs--are filled all the way to the top.

But what happens, we wonder, when a glass overflows?

...

And the circus came crumbling down.

(so she does not have a Wattpad, but this is a collab fic with @melloneddy on Tumblr/AO3!)