Our Fake Reality

Our Fake Reality

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WpMetadataNoticeUltima pubblicazione dom, nov 13, 2016
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The sky was but a hole that only the rich could look through. The sea was in a frame. A wall that was always there but never forgotten. Few would wish to see it and those who did, well they were considered foolish. It would bring tears and dreams, two things that would kill us. No one expected me to volunteer and no one expected me to return. I raised the flag and no one stopped me. Eyes diverted and breathing slowed. The stage, it was just an obstacle- the first of many. I had prepared and my note cards were folded neatly inside my jacket. But the stage had taken the thoughts- it had left me speechless as I no longer had the papers. Pockets were empty and so was my brain. It felt as if I were screaming, but my mouth was shut and voice was quiet. Stuttering over my words and each sentence was choppy. Finally the curtain shut and the door opened, I was going to be free.
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She hated them. They loved her with everything in them. The universe truly has a sick way of telling you it's there, doesn't it? From being kidnapped to being abused, that was all Arabella saw in life. It was all she ever knew. They tell you to keep fighting but sometimes you realize... you were just a child. Now she's built herself up using her pain as the next step to her strength. She's learnt how to strive forward even as her past haunts her mind crawling up her back every passing second. That is until the first 7 people who only ever brought her pain find their way back into her life. She has no way to let go of her past when they come right back to her. The world showed her no mercy in it's ways so why should she. ~~~ I let out a small sigh wanting more of this. I wanted to be held like this whenever I felt broken. Feel the way he puts me back together in his arms. It ate at my heart and I could have sworn I felt a feathery kiss on my head. It was as if he could hear my thoughts and was kissing them away for me. Slowly he lets one hand go, the other staying around me as he brings my chin up to him gently wiping my last tears as more fill my eyes. He sees this and his eyes look... crumbled. If you feel this way then why can't you choose me, Dominic. I shake my head from his hands wishing to step back but he pulls me back to him a pain filled groan leaving him. "Just one more minute. Please." His body shook and I brought him closer, feeling our pain become one. Our hurricanes of minds pull away even for the smallest time letting us stand together as one in each other's embrace. He was it for me. But I wasn't his.

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