Her fingers slipped, she didn't want to let go. She had to let go. She was numb and frail, she didn't want to be here. What she guarded was so fragile, and already wounded. How could she hold onto it any longer? She knew that she had to, she knew that if she gave it away, she'd just get it back, days, months, years later. More worse for wear than ever. So she held onto it with unwanting hands and and watched it with yearning eyes. She watched it stay the same, the same shape, same colour, same wounds. There was something missing. A big gap she wanted to, so desperately to fill. However, she knew that holding onto what she had been guarding, keeping from harms way, and from anothers grasp, for such a long time would never fill that gaping hole. But how she yearned to fill it. She kept her urges to give it away to the first bidder, at bay by fairy tales and fantasies of better worlds. Cracks started to show. Even though nothing in her life had changed, nothing in her dreary life had even slightly faltered, cracks began to show. How could this be? How could something so insignificant, be noticed by so many? How could they start noticing it, when she'd kept it so well hidden all her life? Maybe she had let her guard down. She started to think, but nothing came to mind in her time of urgency. She was numb, with the cracks growing larger, unable to move, staying in the same time frame. Had she done this to herself? Was it her fault that now, it was too late for anyone to save her? She couldn't think. Her body shutdown. She slept, her heart, still untouched, still just as empty.
She didn't know what love was.
I wrote this within a time frame of about ten minutes, i'm not really an aspiring writer, i just had some emotion i needed to get out. It still isn't edited so you'll have to forgive me for that. Some feed back would be nice though.
