"I love you, Crystal," her mother said everyday when she came up to see her, her tone full off some emotion she couldn't understand.
What was love? Was it oppression?Was it this? Would you put someone you loved through something this terrible? Would you lock them up away from the world?
The books on her shelves said something else. No, this was not love.
"I HATE YOU!" she screamed at her. "DON'T TALK TO ME!"
She threw a plate at her as she left the room, sobbing, "You will understand."
She still came everyday. And everyday she made her leave. Over and over again.
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The Girl Who Touched The Sky
Short StoryThe world through the eyes of a girl with only recently earned freedom. But maybe it all isn't as perfect as it was made out to be.
