patience

As she was strolling under the guise of words and hope, she maintained the bubble that has protected her from all of her doubts. Nevertheless, the same safeness she felt was the same thing that thorned her by the letters he spoke.

Wait for me.

The three words symbolized hope, yet it never reached the end. As the clock ticks its hand, she has to be patient. One must be content with the feeling of uneasiness as time won’t tell when they’d dissipate.

From the wonders of imagination to the desperation of uncertainty, she was still patient. As it withers in meaning, one kept clinging on it, knowing that it would kill her soul.

His words have become the heroin to her body, despite the damage to her body. It became the only reason for her existence.

And thus, began the tale of beauty that turns to a beast of despair.