Wings of deceit
A tale of love not told in the light, but a tale told in the shadows. Of broken chains and bleeding hearts learning how to beat again.
Once a slave, always a slave. It didn't matter how much you'd like to deny the fact; it wasn't possible.
One couldn't outrun fate and time itself.
No one was born free. So why did everyone seek freedom, despite knowing it was unobtainable? The reason was simple: because it hurt to live being chained.
Building trust with a person who has known hell itself all their life wasn't bound to be easy or pretty.
Hidden beneath the layers can hide the cruelest things. A past a person would want to forever bury.
He wore a mask to survive. But what happens when someone sees through it?
'He was supposed to be a savior. Instead, he unearthed every buried scar that I swore no one would ever see.'
For a moment he hated having his scars being unveiled. But after a while, he noticed that wasn't the case.
------------
This story explores themes of trauma, emotional healing, and much more sensitive themes. Reader discretion is advised.
(If you read all this you can skip the part that says: "Part I: Unearthing buried scars.")