It's a blink bling in the dark. Flash, crash and it's over. Booms and slams and yells and screams. She closes her eyes, trying to shut out the dark thoughts, because she doesn't want to think about them. She hates the way she feels right now. Hopeless, yet full of faith that he'll come through for her.
Even though she knows it's not so. Because life doesn't work that way. It just doesn't. And when you figure in the logic with the hope and emotion, logic should always win. But it doesn't, because emotion is stronger.
It's stronger because while emotions aren't more reliable, you just know them. You know them better than you know the logic. Just like gut feelings, and knee-jerk reactions. You know them, yet they still surprise the hell out of you and you can't take it. You can't take it.
And it's scary because you know that you won't listen to the logic, even though you should. You listen to emotion. Every time.
She rolls over again, trying to shake off these weird thoughts she's been thinking in this cell. She's been thinking them for four years. Five in six months. The only reason she knows is because they've given her a calendar, and with mud she marks off each day, each week, each month. She knew she should have listened to logic. After all, the good side always wins, doesn't it? But didn't she think she was doing the right thing, the good thing? She did, and now she's paying for it. But she waits for him. Because she knows one day he'll come, and he'll be her knight in shining armor, just like in the storybooks her mama read to her as a baby.