rainhareyes
She'll return soon. That beauty, my prize. She will come back, as I sit here in the sun. She'll return to answer my question: After all these years, do you still love me?
Darkness consumes me. It confines me, to the dark cage in my mind. I'm suffocated. But I continue through my day, confined only in my mind. Not being able to fly, not being able to sing. Just sitting in the darkness, past midnight.
She looked at it; the brooch her mother gave her from that trip she took. Her parents went on a trip for their anniversary when she was eight. Upon her return, her mother told her to take good care of it. But thirty seconds ago it broke -- more like shattered -- and she was unsure how to feel about that.