A Lost Soul

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Romance  |  House: Booksie Classic
A woman who couldn't be loved.

Submitted: July 06, 2016

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It was once said that if you happen to bump into the brightest star in the sky, you were destined to make a wish that you desperately seeked to occur. It was once said that if you looked over at your phone and realized that the time was set at “11:11” you were able to whisper a wish that proved the existence of mankind. Many of us seek for the unrealistic to happen because we are very so exhausted from trying to make it happen ourselves. Even though we try to experiment with each and every myth, none of it actually happens. But, we try to tell ourselves that it’ll happen, that this sort of magic will help pursue the wish that can completely change our lives for the better. There were so many sleepless nights that she layed in bed, curled tightly in a ball with tears slipping down her face as she drowned in her salty tears that were forcing to come alive. She begged for her life to change because she was so worn out from trying to continue it herself. As the night sky disappeared while the crisp sunset arises, she knew that all her praying, her wishing… it just wouldn’t happen. For the past three years, she’s tried to deal with the disease that wasn’t curable, it was loving the man she spent half her life with. She replayed the memory of her catching her husband with another woman in bed, staring blankly trying to catch her words before they could even fall out. She remembered dropping down to her knees, overlooking the secretive couple who mouthed words that weren’t enough to help her recover what she had witnessed. She wanted to scream till the words dried out. It’s been three years since the man who promised to protect her physically and mentally decided to love someone else because he couldn’t handle loving her. She lost herself in that moment and she felt that she couldn’t ever come back to who she was three years ago and recover. Her lips dried out as she slipped out of bed, grasping the pearled plush sheets that were once her husband's. As she looked past her shoulder, trying to adjust her eyesight, she overlooked her disaster that she created. Many wedding pictures were tossed miserably on the floor as the glass drilled itself into the ground. Clothes were scattered, stained from tears that couldn’t help to rescue themselves. Her sister told her she needed to move on and clean up her act because it was old and worn out. Nobody is willing to continue to care for her as she throws her life away because another human being couldn’t love her the way she needed to be loved. She slipped into her stainless wedding dress and slipped on heels that were on the verge of giving up on her as well. As she got into her car, she held tightly onto a letter that was written to everyone who all decided that she wasn’t good enough to love. As she arrived at the trail tracks, she kicked off the heels and laid flatly down on the tracks, whispering her husband’s wedding vows that he sinfully committed. While the sound of the train arrived, she knew this life of hers was over. She couldn’t love herself… she looked at her phone and saw that it was “11:11” and wished for something she has been wishing for her whole life… and that was to be loved one day. That was the last of her. The last of a woman who was loveless and a lost soul.

 


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