The Girl

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She told everyone that the girl was gone. Dead and buried so deep in the past no one could find her.

That wasn't true, of course. Nothing was ever that simple.

The girl was alive. Dormant, quiet, and small, but so very alive. She lived in the echoes of the whispers, the memories of the shadows. She lived in the places long forgotten, was imprisoned in the corners people never dared venture in. Sometimes, her existence seems to fade, like a star long exploded, slowly disappearing into the vast darkness of the night sky.

But then there were times when her screams were too loud to be ignored.

Perhaps it would be better for her to die. Fall to the floor until she was nothing but bones, and dust, and a story no one would ever know. A fairytale, stripped of the happy ending.

Who wants to read a sad story? Who wants to know a broken girl?

Perhaps it would be better for her to die. But life was a cruel game. And the will to survive refused to be ignored. Determination rose within her, a trait made out of grit and and spirit, burning her from within. Fire filled her soul, and refused to be put out, the embers still glowing long past their time.

But when one was filled with flames, it was only so long before they turned to ash.

She told everyone that the girl was gone. That Sombra was all that remained. But the voice inside her was never silenced, the girl never dead.

Maybe someday, peace would come, and the girl could wake. If the storm clouds ever flew away, if the sun ever shown again, perhaps she could live once more.

Maybe someday...

Maybe...

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