R.L.S
Tears ran down her face as she stood staring into the mirror.
Who was she?
What was her purpose?
Why did she exist?
These questions with no answers swirled around in her mind as she stared into the mirror.
What did they mean by those words?
How was she a freak?
Why did no one like her?
Her arms wrapped themselves around her shaking body.
What is this pain?
Why does it happen only to her?
More stupid questions floated around her brain as she held herself. Seeking for the comfort she's never had.
Seeking for the only thing she's ever wanted.
Love...
She continued to sob at her pathetic excuse of a life.
Two masculine arms wrapped around her tiny shaking frame and her head shot up in fright. Her eyes drifted above her figure in the mirror to see Him standing there.
Holding in his arms, her broken soul.
"Who did this?" He asked softly as he held her closer.
"Who made you cry?"
His voice was like a lullaby soothing her into a peaceful dream.
His voice held so much care for her. So much love that she would never believe.
He held her close to him as if when he let go she would fall to the depths of the earth and never return. He couldn't stand it.
After years of watching his family slowly fall, he couldn't stand the thought of losing her.
So he held her in his arms of safety. He was holding on to her. And would never let go.
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