*The picture above is not mine*
Introduction
As she sat under the tree she wrote a story. She felt the wind whisper to her, telling her she could breathe again. And she did. And as she took that breath tears fell for all those who were hurting. For even though she so badly wanted to, she couldn't take away their pain. But in a sense she could. If she tried hard enough. So that's what she did. Her goal in life was to take away everybody else's pain. Even those who gave her pain. Even those who would never understand. Because how do you understand? How can you understand how a little girl so damaged and broken that she is afraid to rebuild can put on a smile only for the purpose of another being's happiness. How can you understand all the pain and suffering they went through? How simply do you grasp that?
And how can you say you understand? And then ask for them to relive all that pain. That pain that you were seconds away from dying because of. The pain that didn't steal your heart but your soul?
And yet even though you no longer want that pain, you are not willing to relive that. So you live in pain and agony just for the sake of others happiness. And so you no longer struggle with the fear of death and pain but of others pain and others death.
*This is just the beginning of this story I am putting all of my heart and effort into. Please vote and comment.*
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All on her own
General FictionAs he fell she cried. she had failed him. She hadn't done the one thing she said she always would do. Protect him. *Make peace not war*
