– You’ve learned to live your life like there is something missing. – he says and hangs up the phone.
Theresa stays numb for few seconds. Holding the receiver in her left hand. Gazing into the nothingness. Intoxicated by his words. Yes. He’s probably right. That should be the only reasonable explanation for the darkness wrapping tightly her soul. In the moments when she finally receives the things that she wants. When she has to be happy and enjoy it all. Invisible hands grab her throat, suffocating her. Making her soul sink into the abyss. Tortured by its satisfaction.
There should be something wrong with her. May be there’s an error built in her soul. During the creation? A secret spell that she has to unveil. A fight with the demons.
Or just calm down and take it easy.
Chill, bitch.
99% of the reality happens only in your mind and then projects itself into reality.
The remaining 1% are the thoughts that evade from your mind to become something else instead.
Hope.
Pain.
Misery.
Pleasure.
Pain.
Hope…
Hope that she’ll wake up the next morning and there will be someone holding her. Embracing her soul in his arms. a
And pleasuring her body. Someone standing next to her during the battles. Collecting the pieces. While she’s torn apart. Silently whispering that everything’s gonna be alright.
That everything is ok.
She is not alone anymore.