She was a Dreamer

Is it a fantasy to wish for a good man these days?
With manners, caring and compassionate?
Is it a fantasy to crave a friend? Not plenty, not many, just a friend. One that I will not grow apart from.
Is it a fantasy?
I'm starting to think that maybe the world where a man is kind and delicate, a friend is loyal and present, life is adventurous and surprising is long gone.
It feels like I was born in the wrong era and the wrong place.
I wish so deeply that the world would turn back around again, to a place where people were people.

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I now have a choice to make. I am choosing between a dark road that I can barely see, lampposts exist for a reason yet the one job they must do, they simply don't do. I'm squeezing my arms, using them as stress balls. I slowed right down to keep thinking about a decision I don't want to make.

Path on my right leads through a park. It takes about 20 minutes to speed walk through it, but when you terrified the time slows down to the max.
Path in front of me, is a road, taking maximum of 10 minutes to walk through. It's a small side road, very quiet, seemed almost too quiet, which is why I was struggling to make a choice. I am standing still, wanting to just sit down and wait until the sun comes up in a few hours. I wouldn't mind that at all! I would choose that over the darkness and parks any day.

I turned right. I chose the park.

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Story is based off of real life events, this is not a fictional story.

***TRIGGER WARNING***
Trauma is mentioned here a lot, so it rape and abuse, There will be subjects that might be difficult to read and can be a trigger to some!
Please do not read if this is triggering!

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Hi beautiful readers!

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This is a difficult book to read and it can be very emotional for some. Please be gentle with yourselves :)

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