This is a dream that I have had. Not recently but one that has been brought to my mind because of a breakup I just went thru.
Also I have chosen the name Emma for the main character. I like the name. 🙂
Enjoy.
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I'm running, trying to escape my demons, but I can't run fast enough they are closing in.
Fear is a physical block, stopping me,slowing me down, I feel as if I am running through mud.
I can see a glimmer of light at the end of this world that I am trapped in. I'm running towards the light but it only seems to go farther away the closer I get.
My fear increases and the fear makes my legs feel heavy, my lungs ache.
"I can't do this."
As I say the words I slip but as I hit the ground it shatters as if it were made of glass.
Time slows down and I'm suspended in the air watching the glass shards tinker and shimmer staying stuck in place.
Beautiful confusing crystals glowing from within.
My feet touch a surface but I can not see what. The place I am in is completely dark. Other than the glass shards giving off light.
It's as if time has stopped, I am completely still, the silence is deafening.
I want to remain in this empty yet beautiful place watching the glass shine as everything stays still.
This empty bliss feels like heaven, no worries, no fear, no pain.
I turn my head to the right to see a glass heart glowing brightly. Curiosity guides me to reach out and I grasp the glass creation in my hands and see one word engraved into it.
Emma.
My name. This is my heart. I gaze at it in wonder, amazed at the beauty of the heart. The heart isn't perfect though. Chipped and scratched. Not perfect but beautiful.
Barely visable someone walks up to me and reaches out his hands asking me to let him hold my heart.
I don't want to let my heart go, I don't want to get hurt again. But I love this person, the one who is asking me to be vulnerable, to offer him my heart.
I slowly extend my arms feeling tears slip down my face. I slowly release my heart into his hands while feeling like a gapping hole just opened in my chest.
He holds my heart tenderly and seems to love me when all of a sudden a light flickers on besides us and he turns fast and my heart slips from his hands as he walks towards the glowing light. But I am frozen, watching my heart fall to the floor in horror.
My heart falls and shatters into a million pieces and I lose all will to fight. I fall just like my heart did. This time I do not fall through the floor.
I slam to the floor feeling the cuts from my heart sear into my skin making me bleed.
I don't want to stand up, I just want to lie here and bleed. No one will notice. My eyes refuse to close and so I stare into the black space and slowly watch my glass shards lose their light. Fading slowly.
I come to realize that someone is on his knees gathering up the pieces of my heart.
"Don't. It's impossible." I whisper as a tear slides down my cheek dropping onto the floor and mixing with my blood.
"Nothing is impossible with love." He says and continues the slow journey of picking up my pieces.
"I'm broken. I'm ruined. I'm damaged." I say trying to get him to leave me.
"I will love you. I will heal you. I will save you." He says gathering up the last piece.
I glance up at him to see him holding my broken piece in his hands. His hands are bleeding from holding my broken glass.
"Your bleeding" I say quietly.
"So are you." He replies kneeling down by my side.
"Why? Why do you care? How could you love me?" I say sobbing.
"Because i have been hurt just like you. I know your pain. I love you because I know you will love me just as much as I love you." He says then kisses my forehead.
I can't speak. I'm choking on my tears. He hugs me, his arm around me, the pieces of my heart still in his other hand between us.
His love warms me, warms my cold soul. And then I began to heal.
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What do you think?
-Lucy
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