rating: G / K
genre: Angst
pairings: none
summary: Even the darkest of emotions can fuel a wish made from the heart.
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She tried to be a good person. Someone who did was was right as best as she could. Someone that tried not to meddle too much in the lives of those she cared about, knowing that she hated it when others meddled in hers. She tried to be optimistic as much as possible, just as her mother had been and taught her to be. But no matter how good she tried to be, how positive and free of the negative -
She couldn't.
Because she hated.
Hated it.
How often had she stared at it? How often, when those she loved were asleep, under the cover of night had she gazed at it with hateful glare while free from prying eyes?
Hate was a terrible emotion. It devoured, consumed, grew even when it was unwanted. So many times had she heard this from loved ones, told to stay away from its pitfalls when she was a little child growing up amongst sunshine and laughter and hardly any understanding at all as to what those words had meant.
But she was older now and now she knew. And deep in her heart she knew it to be true and knew she wished none at all for the taint of its touch.
She had it, nonetheless.
She couldn't help it.
She stared at it and grieved and hated. For the life that might have been if it had never intruded upon the relative peacefulness of her existence. For the worries that should never have been that were now never far from her heart. For wondering if there would ever come a time when the vicious cycle of hope and hopelessness ended happily. For dreading every night that she stared at it and feared that the fervent wish she made from the bottom of her heart would one day not come true.
She stared at the well - bridge between present and past, this way of life and another - and she hated.
And wished.
And wondered.
Would her wish to see her daughter again come true once more?