The Broken Ones
Pieces. Fragments of what we could have been. That is all we are; nothing could change that. We had been snatched up, used and discarded. Like a child's teddy, hugged and loved, but everyone grows up, collecting dust, harboring forgotten memories of forgotten places. Silently crying for time to reverse, to no avail.
All we had was each other. Through joint emotions and matched experiences we had been connected. Not expected, or wished for, yet it was ours. Not hers or his but ours. Over time it grew creating an existence that neither of us had dreamed of.
Her lips held desire, her body comfort, her mind content and it was all I had wished for. But not from what I had expected, not from the girl with princess curls. However we were still broken, no matter how complete we are, we will still be made of shards. A whole being, yet broken in all places.
But like glass, with enough energy you can re-forge anything. And that is what we sought for, a new life that we had created ourselves. We had old friends and new acquaintances and we had each other. That was the most important thing, for when we had re-made ourselves we did so together. Therefore creating one whole and not two.
After an eternity, it seemed like we had finally created what we aimed for, a new life, together. We had friends we entrusted with our lives, a place out of our wildest dreams and, most importantly, we had each other. Our lives were perfect.
For now.
