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Hopeless Romantic

The story of the heart

By Mishael RobinsonPublished 2 years ago 2 min read

My voice was hoarse from screaming, my wrist sore from pulling on my chains, my eyes blurred from all the tears I had shed. I can't remember the last time I saw the sun; I've known the darkness for too long, been a captive for too long.

My skin was crusty, my hair greasy, my body frail and my wings broken. It wasn't meant to be like this, it wasn't supposed to turn out like this, how did it turn out like this... that's all I wondered about. I looked around at the brick walls that had become my home... a prison meant to hide me from the world, a cage to keep my light from shining, a fate I had long ago accepted.

Suddenly, a crack is formed in the wall and that catches my attention, adrenaline coursing through my body, hope pumping my once slow heart. My mind was reeling... maybe this was it, maybe I would finally be free. Another crack, this one larger than the last and a ray of light shone through and I almost passed out with shock. I slowly rose to my feet and walked towards the light... it was like a dream, an out of body experience, an illusion.

The walls suddenly crumbled and I was bathed with light so bright, it nearly blinded me... I felt reformed and new, my body quickly healing itself. My skin shone, my hair fell silkily down my back and my wings snapped up new and repaired...finally I was free. I smiled, it looked weird on my face cause I was out of practice but I didn't care... I basked in the light of love, she had finally found love.

I could see it now, see her with him, how he made her smile, how he held her the way she wanted. I could see her daydream about him, could see her whisper his name over and over. I could see her inner child; my captor slowly heal, slowly becoming less cold. Everyone was celebrating... it was a good day, it was the day we'd all been waiting for, the day she found love.

But I weren't prepared, I wasn't ready for heartbreak, I thought it would be a forever thing, I thought he was the one, I thought we were done with the pain but I was so wrong. The doors to my new castle were smashed open and through it came my captor; inner child with her bodyguards pain, trauma and fear... they were back to lock me up, to put me in the cage. I screamed and fought, I pleaded with her "Don't hide me please, don't lock me up" but she was too much in pain to care.

They built the walls around me again and put me back in my chains... I looked up at my captor "Don't do this... I know you're hurt but this won't help you, this won't help her." She looked back at me with cold eyes "This is for the best, I am going to protect her better this time... never again" and she walked out leaving me in darkness.

Life

About the Creator

Mishael Robinson

I love writing. It's an escape for me, a place where I can lose myself. This is a page where I write about life, relatable stuff but in the most wonderful way possible. I really hope you enjoy them.

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