In front of me, is the artist that I love so much. Kneeling in front of me, crying endlessly, my tears suddenly rushed out from my eyes. Those tears I have kept for many years escaped after seeing her devastated after seeing me like this.
When I heard someone yell my name, I immediately recognized her voice, I moved my wrists in hopes of her in hearing the chains and the walls did move, revealing the artist I love for so long.
Her brown hair was now dyed in blonde, the length was cut to shoulder-length, she wore rich brands as her casual clothings. She froze once she saw me, she examined my whole body and saw my scars, my bruises, the pain that I went through for all these years.
Crying never made me feel like a strong person. It made me feel like I was weak.
But crying with her, my favorite artist, made me feel like I had the powerful gods with me, I felt like I had ultimate power. Just crying with her.
I missed this feeling.
