She transformed into a something she didn’t know she would. But in her heart she dreamt of being a “fly”. Minus all the glitter and shine. Minus all the love and care. Just to be loathed and shooed away...she dreamt of it. Every day. Every moment. Her fragile heart, broken not once, not twice, but a million times...just waiting to get stronger but becoming weaker. Just for once....let her be...don’t try and catch her to make yourself happy. Just let her be. Shoo her away like you loathe her presence. Try and snap her down. She’ll be happier to die as the “hated”, than to die as the “loved”...Because DEATH she’s seen is inevitable...mere mortals they sniggered...she just laughed silently..mere mortals!
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