There was no name for her home. Or there was, but no one knows.
It was a place of eternal darkness and she was the only inhabitant.
Unlike most stories, she was not the perfect doe-eyed victim with which all readers would sympathize with.
She was simply, her.
With flaws and holes and scars and a temper.
She faintly remembers being in a place of light. Once in a while, she'd go back to that place in her dreams. Where there's sunshine and birdsong and someone warm.
Everyday, she lived for her dreams.
Yearned for the moment she could return to that place where she could say what she wanted to, be who she wanted to be; where that someone warm told her "You are my other half, you are my soulmate."
Dreams have a nasty habit of coming true.
She awoke one day, with her flaws and uncertainties and insecurities; and saw a hand reaching out for her.
She recognized it from her dreams. He was The One.
Unlike her dream, this was different.
He was no longer accepting of her flaws her uncertainties and her insecurities.
He said "I deserve better."
There was a burning. for there was nothing she could do. she watched as someone else took over and said "Yes, you do."
She watched as that other person said "Goodbye"
She watched as he said "Final"
It was over in the blink of an eye.
She was left wondering, what happened.
There was nothing, nothing but a burning.
She reopened her eyes, and never wanted to dream again.
She locked her door, and sat in a corner.
After eons, she realized, nothing really happened.
It was just a dream.
The burning would go away eventually.
She remembered the word "soulmate".
If having a soul meant it would have to burn this way, she did not want it.
So she locked her door and waited.
keep breathing
it'll go away
it hurts to breath
it'll go away
it hurts to breath
