Maybe when the time is right

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The girl is sitting on the window sill, with fire lilies entwined in her hair and stars scattered across her skin. Some of the lilies are vibrant and bright, others are wilting and slowly dying. She falls apart as it gets dark and the moon rises, basking her and the flowers in silver light causing her skin to glow softly. She leans against her wall as she looks out the window, her eyes watering slightly. Her knees are almost pulled up completely to her chest, there lies her phone. The bright screen shining at her face, showing messages and notes. The only things she has to remember of those times, where she had everything she would ever want. But like everything she had before, it came crashing to an end. The war between the girl and her demons was once again too powerful, and the girl shut the world out. She seems to choose him, even though he is not an option. She loves him, but she doesn't want to anymore. She can't seem to escape how she loves him. She guess it's too late for them to envisage forever together, so she writes out her feelings on paper. Because she will never be allowed to how she feels out loud, but maybe when the time is right she can. Maybe when the time is right he will find her again.

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October 16th, 2020

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