At last, she is safe, she is once again alone and away from everything, but never from me. I have always been beside her for the past few months, I've watched her smile and I've seen here cry... many times.
People around here though she's fine, they thought she's always happy and shit free from everything, but no, she never did, she hid every single negativity behind her mask, behind her thick painted mask, and I'm the only one who can see through it. What she really feels and what she really thinks, only me. No one else.
At the middle of a very tall tower, she sat at the edge of it, not even fearing if she falls down, why? I don't know either, and this time, I'm not beside her, I was looking up towards her while she looks down at me, crying... smiling.
For a few hours she sat there, thinking. I looked up at her and waited for her to come down, I wanted her to take her time up the tower, but I don't think she will take her time, I can feel her slowly getting close to me, and for me to hold her in my arms and be with her.
Sometimes... I wonder if people could one day accept me, if they could accept the fact that soon they will be with me, just like the girl that caught me eye. She accepted me. She loved me. And I love her.
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