"I would rather be blind!"
There would be no encore that night.
Everyone's heart stopped as they watched her fall, a graceful bird tumbling through the air with her last refrain still light in the air and dead upon her lips, painfully aware that the arrow she'd always fled from had forever been pinned to her lovely wings. The crowd saw the blood the instant it happened; they felt it, palpable and wet in the air like a slow-melting frost on the tips of the leaves. With one triumphant note she was gone. Free, at last, from the bird cage of her own making.
And I was free too, in my own way.
Free from a love that had plagued me in silence.
After all, who wouldn't love the songbird outside of their window, outside of their reach?
Even now as I pen these words, I can feel the gnawing ache burning in my chest.
Who am I?
Trust me when I say that I'm no one special… For all intents and purposes, you may just call me D. There was another time, when the world was young and fresh, back before GeneCo came for all of us, that I was someone else; someone special-at least in her eyes, back before they had the sight to see.
I knew her as Magdalene then.
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