Last day of freedom
Drabble
I sit at the window looking out into the darkening sky, blue mixing with reds and yellows.
I sigh.
My freedom is melting away like how the day melts into night, except for me, I do not know if another day will come after this one is gone.
Will I ever get to see him again? Light playing on midnight silk and flames dancing in azure eyes.
Will I ever get to taste the freedom and happiness he gave, but then again was I ever really free?
Controlled by my Grandfather. Controlled by him, even if he wasn't aware of it.
I would do anything for him.
Is that really freedom? Being imprisoned by the strength of my hidden feelings and dreaming of something that could never happen?
A tear is making its way down my cheek. It's funny. I can't remember the last time I cried. Maybe he did set me free but maybe this is just another way for me to be controlled, used...
I can see him now sitting on a bench, staring into the sky like I am doing, but I doubt his thoughts are similar to mine. I could go down there, tell him how I feel and not live with this 'what if?' hanging over my head, constantly plaguing my life.
But for all my courage in the dish I am a coward, I can't do it.
I want to think about my future in slavery, not acting upon my own will. I want to find a way that I could maybe escape from it.
But for now, I will take a moment and mourn for my last day of freedom.
Parting is all we know of Heaven and all we need of Hell.
Ok I have no idea where this came from, but hey it qualifies for the contest, and it kind of makes sense.
And a big thanks to my BETA reader ssj4sailormenz thank you!!!!!
Drabble
I sit at the window looking out into the darkening sky, blue mixing with reds and yellows.
I sigh.
My freedom is melting away like how the day melts into night, except for me, I do not know if another day will come after this one is gone.
Will I ever get to see him again? Light playing on midnight silk and flames dancing in azure eyes.
Will I ever get to taste the freedom and happiness he gave, but then again was I ever really free?
Controlled by my Grandfather. Controlled by him, even if he wasn't aware of it.
I would do anything for him.
Is that really freedom? Being imprisoned by the strength of my hidden feelings and dreaming of something that could never happen?
A tear is making its way down my cheek. It's funny. I can't remember the last time I cried. Maybe he did set me free but maybe this is just another way for me to be controlled, used...
I can see him now sitting on a bench, staring into the sky like I am doing, but I doubt his thoughts are similar to mine. I could go down there, tell him how I feel and not live with this 'what if?' hanging over my head, constantly plaguing my life.
But for all my courage in the dish I am a coward, I can't do it.
I want to think about my future in slavery, not acting upon my own will. I want to find a way that I could maybe escape from it.
But for now, I will take a moment and mourn for my last day of freedom.
Parting is all we know of Heaven and all we need of Hell.
Ok I have no idea where this came from, but hey it qualifies for the contest, and it kind of makes sense.
And a big thanks to my BETA reader ssj4sailormenz thank you!!!!!