Winged wishes
Rachelle woke up in a cell.
It was open, as well as the other door, at the end of the hallway. Most of the doors were, actually. But the main gates were closed. And there wasn't a soul in the whole prison where she was. What was she there? I don't know. The story never said anything about that. Not even about her own knowledge about the situation.
We only know that she was terrified, hungry, dehydrated and desperate. So many things she had always taken for granted had disappeared from her life, and that's a huge lost, which means too many shards. All trapped their together, in an otherwise empty prison, clinging to a person who, in the worse scenario she could have ever thought, felt nothing but gratefulness.
Only now she new how much she had always had. And as painful as it was to loose it, she understood that many others never have it. Most have to fight everyday for things she simply had.
She wanted to have it all back, of course, but deep down she thought that life is balance, that pain is the inevitable outcome of too many people sharing to little resources, and it was someone else's time.So she longed for what she had lost, and let herself be lost in the memories that she was so thankful to have collected.
Her longing kept the shards trapped there, like the bars kept her. Her gratefulness made them feel loved. Her selflessness made them want to give more. When she took her last breath and set them free, the shards flee trough her world, transformed. Ghosts of empathy and love, granting wishes to those who didn't know such think existed.
They didn't live happily ever after, but some of them were grateful enough to create good shards, which would eventually turned in more benefactor ghosts.
More free wishes flying on their sky.
It was open, as well as the other door, at the end of the hallway. Most of the doors were, actually. But the main gates were closed. And there wasn't a soul in the whole prison where she was. What was she there? I don't know. The story never said anything about that. Not even about her own knowledge about the situation.
We only know that she was terrified, hungry, dehydrated and desperate. So many things she had always taken for granted had disappeared from her life, and that's a huge lost, which means too many shards. All trapped their together, in an otherwise empty prison, clinging to a person who, in the worse scenario she could have ever thought, felt nothing but gratefulness.
Only now she new how much she had always had. And as painful as it was to loose it, she understood that many others never have it. Most have to fight everyday for things she simply had.
She wanted to have it all back, of course, but deep down she thought that life is balance, that pain is the inevitable outcome of too many people sharing to little resources, and it was someone else's time.So she longed for what she had lost, and let herself be lost in the memories that she was so thankful to have collected.
Her longing kept the shards trapped there, like the bars kept her. Her gratefulness made them feel loved. Her selflessness made them want to give more. When she took her last breath and set them free, the shards flee trough her world, transformed. Ghosts of empathy and love, granting wishes to those who didn't know such think existed.
They didn't live happily ever after, but some of them were grateful enough to create good shards, which would eventually turned in more benefactor ghosts.
More free wishes flying on their sky.
Gone
Any age
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