she realised none of it was real and set herself free.
Deception can be sculpted and molded by a lot of things. You'll never truly realise what hit you until it all came as a whiplash of truths and emotions in the end.
Illusion. One single word. Three sylabbles. A deceptive appearance or impression.
In my case, I was under the illusion of freedom and autonomy. I was being played like a puppet who twisted and turned right into place.
Until my strings were cut and I fell.
Living in an alternate reality meant living in deception, you won't grasp raw and true until you are picked up by the neck and thrown into your actual and tangible reality.
And when you find out, you break; slowly and slowly while the pain is unbearable, and your strings holding onto life and reality are hanging by a thin thread dreading to give up.
When life started concealing itself from reality with glass, it felt almost as if I were flying. But when reality broke the glass into little pieces of penetrating glass, my wings were cut and I realised I was stuck in a maze.
Running over the glass shards, I ran hard until my legs gave up and realisation hit me.
I was stuck in a loop.
Every turn gave me hope to find the exit only for me to come back to where I started. Reality was a vicious loop which would eat you and your emotions alive until nothing was left.
I was blindfolded and left into a vicious maze.
A dream was nothing but a dream. You couldn't let it continue for too long, else you'd face the unbearable consequences of destiny that would destroy you to your core.
If my life was protecting itself with glass, reality was the hammer.
I, Lia Maroni, have been living in a false reality for too long. And I was going to wake up before I get skinned alive and left for dead.
Because I couldn't wake up in my dream, could I?
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