The Disharmony Refrain

The Disharmony Refrain

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When someone dreamed, no, fantasised about their perfect other half for years and years, going so far to even write letters to him, and he suddenly appears in front of them- exactly how they imagined him to look, how are they supposed to react? And then when they find out that he isn't exactly like they thought.... I've dreamt about Onyx all my life. He was my imaginary friend, my imaginary comfort and my imaginary half or so I thought until he arrives in my life... In my dreams he loved me and I loved him , but in real life I wasn't the beautiful brunette and he wasn't the kind, lovable gentleman either. Will it be the same with the real us? Onyx was the only person who believed me in my life, but will the real Onyx believe me? I just can't seem to gather the courage to ask. I'm scared. Scared that Nyx who has been my side all my life will suddenly dissipate, leaving me alone. I have always been alone, I suppose. But I had created Nyx for that. And I don't think I can endure it if Nyx disappears, leaving me solitary. But he slowly is. He is slowly being replace by the real one who to my extreme horror is completely different from my ideal Nyx. He is cruel and mean and I - I can't seem to be myself when I see this unexpected side of him. He who has always been there for me, who has cared for me, loved me, wanted me, stayed with me as I cried, trusted me and most importantly wanted me. Will Nyx be there now, though? Will he be there for me now, at my most important and difficult part of my life to protect me from himself? I wonder which one of them will be left for me. Left to pick up the pieces of my heart because I don't know if I will survive this confusing battle between Onyx and Nyx. I've read somewhere that everyone's life is a ballad of joy, heartbreak and love. If my life is a song as well, then it must be The Disharmony Refrain, because no one has ever understood me- no one but Onyx and now it looks like no one will understand me ever again either...
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