TemperedScarlaette
She thought she was a gamer. A hard-core nerd. Reality was that she was merely an escapist revelling in the freedom of escapism. The game was another way to drown out the lies and the hard truths of her life.
Nothing felt like that. Nothing compared to how I felt. The warm summer breeze caressing my face. The sun warming my skin. Your fingers wrapped around mine as we slowly walked through the over-grown rose gardens. I thought that nothing could rob me of that happiness. How naïve I was back then.
Who knew that it would come to this. The seconds and minutes ticking the time away. I knew I would find myself in this situation but honestly thought I might avoid it. Sweet talk myself in the opposite direction. My own direction. Perhaps it is fate. Perhaps it is wistful thinking. I realise glumly that I do not have a tiny bit of hold on my own future. I am just a pawn to be played.