What is the price of perfection? Is it guilt? Is it silence? A silence that burns you on the inside with all the things you yearn to say? A silence that follows you everyday? Every night?
There is no escape from this silence, he realizes this tonight as her wakes from yet another nightmare, drenched in sweat and tangled in his silk sheets. He places his feet on the cool marble under his bed the frigid air around him making him shiver. He walks over to a chair where he picks up a silk robe and wraps it around himself for warmth.
After leaving his room he roams around the halls of the huge ornate palace. He feels lost in his own home. It tonight that he realizes the price of perfection is not worth it. It is too late though to take back the silence. It is too late to realize the price of perfection isn't worth it.
Sorry it took so long. I had no internet connection so I couldn't post..
-Alina
