~Mari~

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What does she want? 

What does she really, really want? 

Failed plans aside, 

Pain aside, 

What does she truly want? 

In all honesty she doesn't know. 

If she squints at the sun it hurts her eyes, if she focuses too hard on what isn't, it hurts her soul. 

Somehow, sometimes, it hurts, all of it, until every little piece of unfairness piles up. 

But does that mean her life lacks meaning? 

Does that mean she lacks the strength to continue, to carry on?

In all honesty she doesn't know. 

A thought shoots across her mind: no. 

It simply means that, for a moment, she was subject to life. 

Has it ever, in her experience, been completely easy?

No. 

It never will be completely easy, she knows.

And that hurts. 

But. 

But this will not be permanent. 

She can have faith that somehow, somehow, she will find release.

Maybe not how she expects or when, but she has made it through Dema, hasn't she? 

If she could make it through that nightmare, surely, surely she can get through this. 

Inhale, exhale. 

Breathing, breathing. 

She can. 

She will. 



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