She lay in bed, rubbing her scars lightly as her stomach twisted with nerves. She closes her eyes, sighing heavily as the memories play through her head in flashes. Her memory tortured her on nights like this.
Running through flower fields with him, hand in hand... A stolen kiss by the roses...
A nervous night under the stars and falling asleep skin to skin...
A hike ending with a ring and a yes...
Growing fights as the nightmares start...
Suspicious letters left on the counter...
The heartbreak as she figures out his real name...
The devastation as she has fallen in love with her torturer...
She wipes away the tears as she sits up and walks outside, wrapping her shawl around her shoulders against the chill. "It has to be different, it will be different. You are safe here" she whispers to convince herself. It had been a hard battle to heal this far, and not give up on herself. But she would count herself lucky to have her family. Not everyone could say as much. She goes back inside and writes in her journal, processing through her feelings. Tonight would be a no sleep night, but it had been a while. She would survive.
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Songs and Tragedies
General FictionA collection of short tragic stories based on songs and the feelings they elicit. Enjoy them!
