She was like a lone wolf. No pack, nothing. Not because she didn't want people. She just kept to herself. It was as if she didn't care, like she lived in her own world, she was a mystery. She said less, laughed less. A leaf that just drifted wherever the wind took her. That's how they saw her on the outside.
On the inside? A whole different story. A dark one. Not the cool, mysterious kind they assumed. The kind that made her want to scream but her throat always felt blocked. She was conditioned to suppress everything. Push it down, lock it away. And it was choking her slowly and quietly. She was almost at her breaking point.
But somehow, she kept going. Even on her darkest days, when her strength was nothing but a whisper, she hoped. And that is the thing about hope, it doesn't need to be loud to be powerful. Then I came along.
I was curious about her. The mystery pulled me in, and I had to dig deeper. It wasn't easy. But my curiosity paid off. I uncovered a whole dark world inside her, one that had been eating her from within for years. I knew I couldn't stop there. With my contagious energy, my stubbornness, I kept diving in deeper just to reach that dim positivity within.
Today, she's not the same. Her dark world is no longer pitch black. It's illuminating, slowly but surely. She hasn't reached her peak yet, but she's getting there.
She no longer suppresses. She lets out. She speaks. She feels.
And honestly? The world isn't ready for her yet.
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