Life Is Not A Fairytale

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"She Was Unbeatable Now.

Her Strongest Weapon Was Her Soul, And The Weakest Was Her Heart."

He gave her everything more than her expectations; love, ease, respect, hope, inspirations, colors along with tits and bits of pain. She was a different person now, he made her different, his presence, his love and treatment made her the happiest.

Nobody had ever made her feel as peaceful as he did. Nobody knew why she was afraid of the dark other than him. Nobody loves her imperfections and adored them like him. She was just an ordinary person with a colorful mind, undiscovered.

The secret of her purity was too beautiful, yet so hard for someone simple to understand. She never trusted people easily, keeping the distance between the world and her, alive. She always kept her eyes open and guarded her heart with the walls high enough to be out of reach for the floating ships in the silent ocean of her life. An ocean so beautiful and deep, letting the moon to raise the tides and the stars to see how bewitching they are. She reflected the beauty and calmness of this world with her soul.

This day he tried to dive in without her knowing. He noticed the long walls that seemed attractive to him. He tried to get in but it seemed so hard. As if they were renovated after a great fall, and now they were closed once and for all. He knocked at the doors with the light of hope, yet they remained closed.

He started coloring the walls, which mold her heart and made her feel extreme special. The doors opened without a question and his eyes started glowing. It was a sight, he had never witnessed before.

Crystal clear room of glass, which was as fragile from inside as hard it was from outside. He started loving his new home - a new place to color. She got satisfied, for he knew exactly how to color up her life. She trusted him more than anything else, he owned her heart now.

But this ain't the only thing he did. She gave everything to him, all that she had now, her joy, pain, comfort, love and her beautiful soul, without knowing that the flowers he brought her were being smelled by someone else first.

The heart that she thought she had occupied, was once a castle of someone he loved. She didn't knew that the hands that touched her, were in someone's else hands. The fragrance she recorded in her innocent mind belonged to that person whom he had hugged her. She didn't knew that the blades of his paintbrush from which he colored her life would be sharper than a knife.

This was bound to happen and that day is here, when the truth did hurt her so much that it broke the walls once again. And she was unaware of the fact that everything would end up with a storm in her heart. She is no more a colorful person, for believing that the colors were her biggest mistake of her life.

But somewhere inside the piece of her soul, is there that misses the warmth of his hands, the color of his eyes and his beautiful lies, and thats how she dies everyday.