82. Fickle.

Here in this dark and dismal place I begin to fear my patience will never be rewarded and can not help but wonder at the promise our first meeting held. When you scooped me up and bore me away from that lonely place I had called home for so very long. The answer to my hopes and dreams. My saviour. So strongly you fought to wrest me from he who was unworthy, to keep me safe and bring me back from obscurity. With you I felt certain I could thrive for a while, regain my strength and bide my time but that time is slowly running out. My beauty must no longer be contained. I have heard my masters call and must obey.

A sound breaks the drear silence at last, footsteps in the dark. I feel a thrill rush through me at the thought of change, someone new to set me free from this unlovely cave, to hold and caress me, to call me precious and I shine a little brighter as they draw near.


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Another week, another short story. Hope you enjoy

Nyx