The years, they drag on...yet a single blink and *poof*, they are gone. She is more wise and less afraid. When plucked and examined, fresh strands of hair on her head lead from brown, to gold, to silver. So very peculiar. The eyes are heavy and not so full of life anymore. Her laugh has even changed. Plentiful are the memories, from heartache to happiness. There is someone who saw the beautiful chaos and chose to walk beside her. Those eyes that change from blue to green, the goosebumps on his back when her nails run up and down, and how soft his lips are upon hers at every kiss...he is her comfort. The only comfort she has continuously and unequivocally had her entire life. There are still nightmares of the past. Sorry for the damage being put upon the table. She was flooded with irreparable things to carry in her arms until the soil became home. Who that person was is no longer there. The leaves always turn brown and fall to the ground. The trick...is new buds will indeed form again. She is still finding a way to wake up with a better view of the life she dreamed. It's so close. The chains around her neck have loosened, but breaking away will be too much when the fragile moments come back again and again, like a hauntingly familiar feeling of desperation. But...one look at him and everything falls back in place. The fear and displacement of thoughts stops. She didn't have to become undone anymore. She can be what she claimed to dream of so long ago.
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