TW: Depression
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The calming spring breeze of the glowing dawn blew through Cheryl's blooming red hair, which had the color of fresh oranges that hid behind the bunches of green leaves on a tall and grand tree.
Her eyes stared up at me widely, innocently-- like the favourite doll from your childhood-- but with a mysterious hue of a black cat that glares into the night.
Cheryl really was a mystery. A question even the brightest of minds wouldn't be able to answer. No one could find the tears behind her cheery blue eyes that looked like a glistening lake which laid under the sun. No one knew of the sadness and agony that hid behind her joyous smile; the pain in her gleeful laugh.
Sitting on her knees, with her hands buried in her flowy pale yellow dress, streaks of tears falling onto her pale and freckled cheeks; so pure, so light; the girl couldn't help but cry, release all of the dread that her mind has given her, all of the treacherous words everyone just threw at her carelessly without another thought.
I guess no one really cares for a broken teacup if it can hide behind the perfect ones; no one cares for a broken girl unless she's dead.
The tall grass flowed with her locks, the sky a dazzling blue like her eyes. My heart couldn't help but ache at Cheryl's state, I couldn't help looking at the love of my life clinging onto the edge of a cliff with broken hands; a blooming flower that never seemed to die-- faltering away into nothing.
"Am I beautiful, Kieran? Am I beautiful yet?" She uttered out with a broken sob hanging in the back of her throat.
I set my rough hand on her delicate skin of glass, tangling my fingers in her wavy hair. "You're the most beautiful girl in the world! No one could compete." I replied lowly.
I wanted Cheryl to believe me-- I needed her to. She doesn't understand that she is a beam of sunshine in an everlasting storm, my priding joy-- my smile, my heart-- my precious gem.
I loved her with everything I had, and to lose her would be the worst pain I would ever have to endure.
"Then why..." Cheryl began saying again; leisurely, quietly, "Then why don't I feel like it?"
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Even the prettiest of them all could sometimes only be able to see a beast through the mirror. Even the purest of hearts could be broken. Even the brightest of eyes and smiles could be sad. I've often felt like this monster-- so unloved and ugly, and l guess I just want everyone to know that life is too short for the doubts and bad thoughts, and instead you've got to live through it until... it isn't that bad anymore.
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