She flew and danced but she was still sad. It seemed as much as she wanted to believe the love she had wasn’t true, that maybe it was. And she felt lonely. She would sometimes dance with other fairies but then she would go home and realize she didn’t have a family anymore. She connected, she healed but she wanted another to dance with, another to gaze into her eyes with love so she could gaze back with love.

She helped those she cared about but in the end there was still hole in her heart and she didn’t know how to heal that or even if she should. She couldn’t love again while here heart was open and bleeding. And somehow she just let it bleed because stopping it felt wrong. She still couldn’t speak of it because something sat on her throat, blocking her speech. She wanted to scream out to the world but no sound came out.

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