The Walk (фемслэш)

She hates this. Every time she comes here, she hates it anew. After so many times, so many trips down the Walk, she should have become immune or jaded at least, but no. It’s fresh every time, as though she’s never Walked it before. As she does every time, she thinks about not going, just staying where she is, refusing to play this game.
She’s done it before. It doesn’t help. No matter how long she waits, nothing changes until she takes the Walk.
Knowing fighting it is useless, she starts Walking.