synchronicity

prologue

have you ever wondered why you're able to connect certain random occurrences in your life because of some meaning you've used to relate them? well, this the story of how i met her through those meaningful coincidences the universe happened to give me.

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it was a sunday in spring. i looked out my window to see a mix of pink and yellow painted across the sky. the combination of colours similar to peaches and honey. i went to rest under the heavens that evening and i dreamt of that voice. the voice that had spoken to me since i was a child, although she wasn't my conscience, but another voice used to calm me and provide the love i craved and never got. her voice as smooth as honey and as sweet as peaches.

the strangest thing about her, that voice, was that its as if her words had some affect on my physical being. it seemed as if whenever she spoke to me through heartache and tragedies, a part of me healed, it was as if she shared my pain.

a day spent in solitude would be cured lying in bed at night listening to her voice, but it wasn't always like that. my parents' endless fighting had remained verbal until a particularly bad night. i can remember the clear screams of my mother who had been pushed against the wall by my father. i stood there in the doorway taking in the sight ahead of me, scratches covered my father's torso, my mothers bloodied palms with dead skin underneath her broken fingernails. his grip still on her throat as he held her against the wall, they had yet to notice me.

my small hands were no match for my father's fists and my poor mother whom i wish i could've defended, lay helpless as his grip loosened. she slid against the wall as my father took his leaving steps. i ran to her and encompassed her in all i could offer, love. it was then i heard the voice inside me, the voice of another child like me. she took away my feelings of helplessness and i finally had someone to talk to like me.

unfortunately the short time we spent listening to one another was interrupted. i have yet to find out why i stopped hearing her voice, and i've missed her ever since she disappeared. i miss the part of her that was there for me in my struggles, but i miss the part of her i got to know even more. this voice in my head connected to another just like me. i've missed her since the moment she died in my mind and i've been waiting for her return ever since.

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this is the prologue or just background info u need to know before the story,, this is also a work in progress and i'm sure there's tons of mistakes in here so if you wanna help out, message me here or on twitter!
xx b