Some people merely adopt darkness, but she was born into it.
Hiding every gloomy secret, covering all the lies, she walks through the life devoid of all emotions.
They all labeled her, those silly people, if only they had stop for a moment and obs...
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There's one thing I learned in my life, one thing I was wrong about all along is that nothing can stay hidden forever. No matter how deeper you bury it, no matter how many locks you put on the closet, something can just never stay hidden.
At one time, someone will find the key, some one is bound to notice the pieces missing and in that moment, it'll all break. The mystery starts revealing itself before we even get a chance to build a new one. The curtain starts to fall when we lose track of our own lies.
In a very unfortunately fortunate moment of our life, the truth will always come out and scream traumatized. Everything would feel like as if it's falling apart, but the truth to be told, it would be actually falling into place
When you would be too scared to see the new reality and your world of lies collapsing to the ground, the people whom you were concealing this from will help you.
- And you'll be left wondering why were you trying to hide the truth in the first place?
As I stared into the reflection of a body that felt like mine but was controlled by someone else's thoughts, I realized how somethings just cannot be tamed. The ugliest truth of life, something that can never be reversed, changed or relived. Death.
When you are born nothing and no one in your world is permanent, it's not confirmed where will you end up, how will you live, except one thing; death.
When we are born, a prophecy of death always follows us. With us it grows and grows and then comes a point where it starts consuming you, its swallows your existence with it's own. Death is never sudden, it has always been there with you, patiently waiting like an unwanted lover.
Fixing the hem of my black linen dress, I stood in front the mirror. The evidence of a sleepless night covered the bottom of eyes and skin flaky, desperation pouring out from the cracks. Today was the day.
"Are you sure you want to do this?" Ethan's voice perked up from behind making me twirl around as I found myself face to face with him.
Lately, it was starting to feel like as if he could read me like an open book and once upon a long time ago, I would've hated it, but now I was thankful. At least, someone could understand me when I couldn't and translate my emotions to me.
Tucking a strand of hair behind my ear, he stared down at me. I knew what he was thinking, he had been asking me that question more frequently as the hour stepped closer and closer.
Clasping his hand between mine, I nodded and whispered, "Of course, I am. A friends of ours has lost his family member, we should be there."
Not saying anything, he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine, a soft caress of comfort.
