The seconds passed slowly. The minutes passed slower. Only her heart beat kept accelerating, making her desperation more evident. With every moment of silence, her dread increased. Her fears multiplied. Even the lines on her face deepend. Even the sparkle in her eyes dimmed. The lightness in her step disappeared.
She had nothing. She owned nothing. She held on to illusions and fantasies and believed them. But they always slipped from between her fingers before she could savor them. Every time she raised her head, she was blinded by every truth she ignored, by every doubt she encouraged, by every trust that was broken. So she stooped again. Lower and lower until her back was bent. Arched like a bow, she moved along smoothly, fooling everyone into believing she was sparkling. A beautifully carved bow, shining like no other.
She either did not understand the world, or the world did not understand her. Because she thought she had it all figured out. She knew the rules by heart. Do no harm. Be kind. Learn your lessons. Choose right. But it wasn't a matter of her choices really. Because she always chose right. So it must be, that they chose wrong. It must be, that she was wrong. It must be. Because, that was the only explanation that made sense.
She was wrong.
She had nothing. She owned nothing. She held on to illusions and fantasies and believed them. But they always slipped from between her fingers before she could savor them. Every time she raised her head, she was blinded by every truth she ignored, by every doubt she encouraged, by every trust that was broken. So she stooped again. Lower and lower until her back was bent. Arched like a bow, she moved along smoothly, fooling everyone into believing she was sparkling. A beautifully carved bow, shining like no other.
She either did not understand the world, or the world did not understand her. Because she thought she had it all figured out. She knew the rules by heart. Do no harm. Be kind. Learn your lessons. Choose right. But it wasn't a matter of her choices really. Because she always chose right. So it must be, that they chose wrong. It must be, that she was wrong. It must be. Because, that was the only explanation that made sense.
She was wrong.
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