(A/N: This story is dedicated to a very specific person. I'd prefer to not say her name, but she knows who she is. To that person, I'm sorry for my incompetence. I know how you feel and I understand how hard this must be, but I just can't say it for the life of me, and it hurts me. I am a Taurus, after all. Maybe I just need to be comforted inside myself to carry on, I don't know.)
A single maiden's breath stole the taciturnity, jarring it up and slipping it into the pocket of its trenchcoat. There was an apprehensive feeling, a feeling of remorse and sorrow but also of serenity and tranquillity. I couldn't help but feel captured, doors slamming shut and the gusts of wind tearing the curtains from the windowsill still and lifeless.
The sunlit corridors seemed hostile, the keys to open the locked gates simple to access. But I was not a simple person, nor did I know how to use such a key.
I saw what was behind the golden bars- a Utopia. Flora grew among rivers of silver, trees with rope swings gently humming against the lazily rolling clouds and azure skies. I knew that if I just strode on, pushed the gates open and ran in, nothing would stop me. But I could not move, no matter how much I tried.
Behind me were demons. Snarling and slashing, hissing out all the profanities this world had to offer, they chased me. Running over my shoulders and grabbing my ankles, pulling me back to a land for which I wished to never return. There was something simply mere to be done, a particular string of words to be uttered and I was safe- but I could not.
So here I stand, between Eden and The Underworld, my fate in the hands of no one but myself. The universe ushers me on, the crowds cheer along, but, like a deer in the headlights, I stand in place.
Is this what I am supposed to feel?
