Her Tale - II

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She hadn't looked back once. She didn't intend to. She wasn't willing to. She never meant to. She was moving on. The road was lonely. It was dark where she was walking. But she was walking; moving nevertheless. Suddenly she heard something. A faint rustle. A soft murmur. A silent call. She stopped. She thought. One glance. That's all it was. Staggering, stumbling, slowly she turned. Turned towards the tale she had carefully left behind. Towards the story that was nothing more than a memory. And it collapsed. The Wall that she had built around her, around her Head, her Eyes, her Heart.. Collapsed.

She went spiralling in. Into the abyss. Into the void. At first she thought she sensed content. Content in the few good memories of the tale. But alas. The tale was anything but Fairy. Although she had achieved light at the end of the horrible, dark tunnel;the tunnel itself was filled with Horror.

She fought. The Heartbreak, the Sadness, the Hopelessness, the Emptiness. All of it. She tried. If only. If only it were that easy to let go. To move on.

She was still fighting. She was holding on by the tip of her fingernals. The water had almost swallowed her. But she remembered the Torture. The Emptiness. She rememberd the Horror. And that gave her a new Hope. She pulled herself up. She faced the tides. And she overcame them. All by herself.

She stands here today. Aware of the Tragedy. Aware of the Horror. No longer afraid to spiral in to the abyss. Not only because she had her loved ones, but also because she had something she'd never had before. The feeling that it was all gonna be okay. Hope..

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