Ficlets and Ficly survivor, FicMom, and Mistress of Well-Intentioned Indecision and Goddess of Unrequited Love. @ElshaHawk @HawkandYoung
I saw them, all of them.
I knew them.
I thought they knew me.
They were backing away. At about 2 meters, they turned their backs.
All of them.
They did not speak.
I asked them questions.
Why are you not hearing me?
What is going on?
They stepped farther away, into the dark.
I couldn't see anything.
I couldn't see anyone.
I didn't hear anyone.
Not a step, not a whisper of fabric.
I was alone.
The longer it lasted the more I was sure of it.
Suddenly I was in a city, bright, loud, concrete and glass.
I couldn't find anyone.
I got lost.
Then I was in the suburbs. Houses, trees, cul-de-sacs.
I knocked and knocked and screamed and kicked.
Not one single soul.
Then I was in the fields, valleys, hills, wind.
It didn't matter where.
It didn't matter who.
There was only me.
I was tired, defeated.
I could sleep, eat, swim naked.
No one would see me, no care.
Was it freedom?
It was a prison, locked inside myself.
I had no motivation.
I was lonely.
I stopped caring.
I forgot who I was.
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If a dream is a wish your heart makes, then this is an oath sworn by your deepest fears.
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