Her kingdom has beautiful, tenebrous abysses, where castles’s walls, black and strong, are willing to keep her nightmares safe. And she climbed the spiral staircase so many times that she knows by heart every rusty corner of her memories.
She’s rushing into the same path, holding her love like a sword, her faith like a shield, shouting into the four corners of the darkness until, on the open wings of the wild wind, her voice is carried further into the unknown.
“I love you” is a declaration of war. What demon could resist it? What creature of the night would deny her thirst for blood and tears, hurt and misery? They all come, they all fight, they all fall. She’s left with scars that she admires, late in the deep, lonely night. Her own.
Afraid of the light, the wolf inside her feeds his hunger with broken promises and frustration. His howling speaks of desperate attempts to reach to the other side. But tears cut like knives so she’s laughing a cruel, angry laugh and she’s dancing a wild, chaotic dance, barefoot and broken in the flames of agony.
Well, one day…
When everything became too much.
And everywhere she looked, she only saw ruins.
When everyone had better things to do than to praise her martyrdom.
That day, the wolf inside got weaker and light grew stronger.
She redefined love in terms of tenderness and care, sweet emotions and joyful tears. She stopped teasing demons and learned to use her wings. She ran to the opposite direction!
Straight into the light!
Simply because…the boy with bright eyes belongs to the bright side of her kingdom. That’s where she lives now. I know you can see her…
Because that’s where you belong too…
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