I just want to go outsideeeee.
See the sun rise.
It's hard being trapped between four cement colored walls. Is this how a CBI officer lives?
Gray symbolizes boredom, seriousness and the lack of passion. Just looking at the walls makes me question my existence-
It's a constant reminder of pain, like being trapped in a jail cell and seems to slowly drain my enthusiasm.
I resist the urge to punch the wall. If I broke my wrist, I'd just make it harder for everyone.
I look at Tara and see that she's asleep. She had been reading a book minutes ago and now her head tilted sideways is steadily sloping towards the ground. On instinct, I get up and make my way towards her. I stop a few inches short just to admire her. An angel, she is. Trying her best to make the world a better place for others, never doing things for herself but constantly sacrificing her little dreams for everyone.
I bend down and look at her sleeping face. She is not perfect. Then again, no one is. Her copper-brown skin and arched eyebrows, her long eyelashes, button nose. I sigh. She deserved a lot more. She gently readjusts her posture and my eyes linger on her left ear. There's a healed cut on her ear, barely visible. A perfect imperfection. Her hair is braided and as usual wisps of hair come out. She is definitely an angel...
I remember her crying the other day. Her tired black eyes, dull and swimming with tears. Her red nose sniffled as she sobbed. Her entire body was quivering.
I suddenly feel a strong emotion filling me with the need to protect Tara. I hear Tara stir and gently tug the book out of her hands. I support her head and move her into a comfortable position. I find myself promising that I'd never let anything happen to her. Never. I'll protect her. My torn, broken angel.
I promise, Tyler. I will protect her till the end. I will be there for her. I promise.
I take a look at the book and look at the page Tara was reading. The original print has been scratched out. There's messy handwriting and something, seems like a poem.
"The flames dance,
In the dark night sky.
Breaking my trance,
Catching my eye.
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My fingers burn,
The pain denied.
For heat I yearn.
I step inside.
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The warmth around,
It's an elixir I obtain.
My strength I've found.
I'll rise, powerful again."
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Playing with fire? Seems like the angel might actually have hints of a Devil in her as well.
I chuckle. I close the book and set it down.
Sleep well, Tara.
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