Sanders Sides OneShots

Caged Heart (Your Pick)

First of all, this can be your pick of ship, I don't know who I was meaning for it to be. I guess it could be seen as Deceit in part. I don't know. It just happened.
Second, it is slightly sad. Don't say I didn't warn you.

He sat in the dark, waiting for someone to see through it all, to set him free.

No one came, no one saw, no one cared.

Why he lets people in that don't care, he doesn't know, why he lets himself get hurt, he doesn't know.

But he does know he needs to stop.

He sets himself up for pain, and maybe he feels better knowing it's him hurting, but he shouldn't.

He hurts and that's all that goes through his mind.

He will see someone and act too fast, he will let himself hurt and he will do anything to help them.

Why doesn't he help himself?

He goes through life blindly, never actually giving his heart out, but feeling like he does.

He shows love to anyone, even those who don't deserve it.

Then he met them.

He felt loved, and he loved, if only they felt the same.

They didn't, but he would never know that.

They kissed him with passion.

Gifted him with love.

Saved him from life.

Yet, death was still there.

He started being hit.

Spat at.

Hated.

He started hating himself, letting himself break.

They let his heart out and now he couldn't contain it.

They opened his mind, and he couldn't close it.

He thought...

He thought... How foolish of him.

Why should he ever be allowed to think?

Why should he have loved?

Why didn't he stop himself?

He thought things would be different.

Everyone is the same.

He would never have been loved.

He's him.

Unlovable.

They had the right key out of a field of wrong ones.

They knew which key would set him free.

How to make him love.

They fooled him.

He needed to stop.

He went around watching people be happy.

His mind was going too fast, producing too many thoughts.

He couldn't slow down.

And that's how he showed up.

In the middle of the dark, a beacon of light, of hope.

Something to change his perspective.

He tried so hard to stay away, yet he was pulled ever closer.

He couldn't distance himself.

He kept showing up.

He tried to show the bad things, stop himself seeing the good.

Yet he couldn't.

Months passed, and he insisted he needed to stop.

It would play out the same.

But nothing bad came.

It didn't mean it wouldn't.

But he refused to open up again.

It took him too long to try to escape before, and now he wasn't trying to stay.

He wanted him to stay, but he wouldn't.

He couldn't.

Not again.

But he did.

As he felt himself be kissed, his mind told him he needed to stop.

Yet he let himself be kissed anyway.

He lied and said he was fine after being asked how he was.

He lied about himself.

Said he wasn't hiding, but he knew otherwise.

But he wouldn't show himself.

He cried himself to sleep.

Even when he knew the other was awake.

He'd cry, and lie that he was fine.

Even though evidence proved otherwise.

He'd never open up.

Idiotic.

What should he do?

He was hurting, but he was scared.

His heart had been caged, mind closed.

The key was lost.

He found it.

He took the time to look for it.

He set his heart free again.

Proved to him he was loved.

Encouraged the smiles to surface.

That's how he knew.

He was asked how he was.

He didn't lie.

He didn't bend the truth.

He was honest.

"Actually, I haven't been doing very well lately."

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Also, I'm sorry I haven't updated in a few days, my mind has been kind of blank and I've been working. So, I'm sorry. I'll try and get more out soon.
Hope you enjoyed.
Take care
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