His words felt like as if a fairy tale has come to an end Anastia could hardly processed it and her vision started to blur.Out of sudden her mind started recalling a memory of her childhood where a woman could be seen mumbling to her with a smile:
"Even roses have thorns dear.."
She couldn't remember her face and soon everything went blur and she felt as if was in a different dimension.At end,Her mind couldn't bear and she collapsed from the overwhelming stress that came with that memory and the truth.
Pope just stared with guilt in his eyes.He went to pick her body .He slowly brushed her hair.For the first we could see him showing affection to her,but the tragedy was Anastia couldn't see it.So the urge for a connection was never satisfied..
"Both truly showed care and gratitude but they couldn't show case it."Because the mask hid the truth for so long that it became their reality."
Maybe that's the fairytale based upon reality of life filled with pain and suffering..The typewriter continued to type somewhere lost in the store room,It's words linger around the air."
Ah! the fairytale has officially entered...Somewhere the darkness has emerged
And the devil has became a counsellor."
Soon the scene shifted and Anastia was inside her dream.She was tied by the chains.Yet the darkness hasn't emergedThere was light present everywhere .She could see people live their lives with bliss and happiness.
But behind those glamorous moments her world was dark so fragile and bounded by a thin layer of protection .It was a completely different dimension behind her those chains she could only see it, She just stood there all helpless.But a whisper came in her ear.
"Anastia."
Her eyes widened up.She started trembling she slowly turned and there was a figure standing there but before anything else can happened she woke up her breath ultimate high.She looked around and to her horror she was in an unknown place with nowhere to go.
There was a letter left for her.She quickly picked it up and quickly read it.Letter was clearly from the Pope,But it wasn't a normal letter.There were words scattered across it which felt like a poetry:
"You know the destiny is written.
Yet the memory became lost.
I wondered for that sole partner which my heart yearned for
But she left with no clue just memories.
Oh, dear Anastia find your path..I repeated,
find the foundation of your reality..,
Let the darkness be your companion if necessary"
From your:
Nobody just a stranger in your eyes.
The cold wind blew as she tried to process the letter all lost in the nature.There were flowers surrounding her and the dark oak tree added depth to the beauty.
It felt as if the atmosphere was from a book crafted carefully with love and complexity of the human heart..Before Anastia could process, what's going on.
She heard someone mumble in her ear:
"Time to follow me I guess."
She flinched and slapped the person involuntary.
Her eyes widened when she saw the person face.
It was a young man in 17s wearing a coatand his eyes were as blue as sky.He looked eternal just like the depth of the sea which enchanted people with its beauty.
She was speechless by his beauty.The guy rubbed his cheek with a smile:
"Even once the angel was a person,Am I right?"
Anastia shaked her head and came out of thoughts.
She yelled:
"Who are you!."
Her confrontation didn't affected the person single bit,
He replied:
"Maybe..a wandering soul? :)."
His smile and the tone carried something hidden within him as if they were destined to meet.."
If?...
Ah self doubt?.
Those are my thoughts maybe?.
Ah at end you view
Anastia eyes just looked at him ,
She didn't know what to say.The boy noticing her expression and just rubbed her hair silently.He whispered,
"Everyone deserves love but not every monster."
Follow me,okay?.
His shallow blue eyes and tone made her feel those words more like a command..She just nodded,"Sure."He grabbed my hand and lifted her up from the ground.At that moment as light slowly entered her eyes she felt as if he was her sunshine .."
But some sunshines always don't mean good for you.."
They can be a curse :)..
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