Am I the only one who has it raining on their face when you come to realise that heaven is the only place one of your characters can go? I’m going to need to be held for this one people…
It’s raining on my face, too. *snuggleluvels the heck out of you*
I don’t want to be in my head. It hurts too much to be in there. To see all the relationships, the friendships, everything that everyone else has, what everyone else is to each other. To reach for it and fall again and again. To be pushed aside, or forgotten, or worse….replaced.
Just once I wish I wasn’t so replaceable. As a lover, as a friend, as anything.
The world goes on each day, and it hurts to know it would without me here.
From good witch to bad witch…how it begins.
She felt like poison, that all she left in her wake was destruction. Like the spirit in the story when she was a child, everything she touched withered, faded, died. Was it any wonder she spent more days than not wanting to hide, to cut herself off? She imagined herself in a cottage in the forest, a forest that none dared venture into and she lived there, alone…forever.
In her cottage she could not make anyone else miserable, she could not be a burden, she could not be a nuisance or annoyance, she could not destroy anyone else’s life or soul.
In her cottage no one could hurt her. No one could make her feel like she was not enough, that she didn’t matter, that she was the unclean living underneath everyone else unless there was some need that no one else was around to fulfil.
In her cottage she would still cry, she would still ache and want…but it would be better for everyone else. And she knew…everyone else would always be more important than she was.