Warmth had become foreign to me at some point. For some reason fire had no effect on my frozen core, this icy fortress that one might call a heart. A heart surrounded by impenetrable steel walls placed there by my subconcious. Year after year of enduring pain and suffering due to the memories that I was forbidden access to. Without the knowledge of even my own name, my mother's face, my life.
My likes and dislikes began to blend into one until I simply didn't care anymore. I was completely indifferent to war, death, love, happiness. Indifferent to life. And there was nothing I could do, or wanted to do for that matter. I had no reason to go on nor to die, no reason to care.
I had cried far to many times in the cold unforgiving arms of my prison; cried to the point that the endless waterfalls of emotion that had once flowed from my eyes had dried up entirely. That's it. I had simply dried up and no amount of water could ever fill me up again. Yet she was the first to try.
Before I knew it she'd arrived at the edge of my being one day with a single bucket. Leaky and old as it was, she slowly poured its contents into the once filled ravine. It made barely a puddle, but still upon seeing this, she smiled. A bright and blinding smile that was so intense that I had immediately pushed her away. I pushed her away but somehow she continued to sneak up on me, slowly filling my nearly empty spring through gleaming smiles and beautiful musings of friendship and kindness. Day after day she would come until one day, before I knew it, the ravine that was once empty was now half full. How? When had this happened? How was I supposed to feel about this?
Did I still have the ability to feel?
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♦The Undecided♦Book 1: Betrayal
FantasyCamellia is a twelve year old girl who awoke in a mysterious cabin one night four years ago, to find herself indifferent to the world and missing eight years worth of memories. She soon discovers that her body is covered in small wounds and she has...
