Again n FF from me ...
* smile *
I hope you like him ...
^^
In any case, he means a lot to me ...

One Shot: Fight

"Hmm ... Hmmm ... Hmmm ... Hmmm ... Hmmm ..."
She sat humming softly on a stone, surrounded by tall grass that, as befits the season, smelled summery and was punctuated by millions of colorful flowers. The wind gently ran through her long, black hair and blew it around according to the wind. Above her, scattered clouds made their way across the blue sky. The sun shone down on her with all its warmth, making the tear ... one ... glitter on her cheek. This was slowly ... without her noticing it ... came out of your eyes and now slowly flowed towards your chin.
"Oh…"
With your hand carefully felt the way that the tear had taken until now. She was careful not to touch the salty pearl itself.

How long had she waited for it. That this would happen again ... A tear.Often mistakenly referred to as weakness. In reality ... was ... the salty liquid ... but ... hope ... for her. Long ago she had forgotten what feelings mean. Forget what grief is. Forget what joy is. Forget what love is Forget what hate is. All of that ... was ... fuzzy ... in the depths of your heart. The only thing that remained was this emptiness ... this all-encompassing nothing. Something that tormented her. And although she had forgotten all the feelings ... didn't know anything about it ... despite everything ... she felt the pain ... had a guilty conscience. She had lost something important. Something elementary. What everyone had and everyone needed. It was not definable, such as B. Words like sun or mountains. She had no idea what this something looked like. But ... that wasn't important either. The mere thought that it had to be important made her despair and everything seem pointless. The world, the people, the animals ... everything ... didn't matter.What should she care about all the problems on this planet? What was that to you ??? Why should she help ??? When she wasn't helped either. Nobody cared about her. Nobody went up to her ... left her alone ... alone in her prison made of glass ... separated from the others by a thick pane of glass.

She was never alone ... never lonely ... someone was always there. Gave her food. To drink. Dress. A warm bed. Everything ... everything she needed ... in a material sense. But ... never ... never did they give her love ... affection ... warmth. Never, she felt that she belonged. She was always ostracized in her family. Thought her other siblings would always be preferred to her. Only saw the injustice that she found out for herself. Was blind with anger. Before ... hate ...

She had to learn early on what it meant not to be like everyone else. Always being one step back, no matter where she went. The only thing she had were her dreams. It wasn't there like it was in the real world.Laughter, joy ... lots of beautiful things determined their way there. Nobody excluded them. She was the center of attention there and enjoyed it too, although in real life she hated getting the most attention. She could do everything she always wanted ... had everything ... was ... happy ...

But ... every morning she had to go ... out of this world ... had to go back to reality ... had to fight. For themselves. For holding out another day. And actually for her family too. Because ... if she died ... her family would be miserable. You loved her. A lot. But in her jealousy of everything beautiful that she did not have, she did not see it. Her only confidante was her diary. In this she complained about her suffering ... her pain ... which she experienced all day. Each entry ended with: "I'm afraid the world will end. I'm dying"

If she thought about it today. This sentence ... hmm ... fear ... or ... rather ... the wish that the world will end ???The wish ... to ... die ??? To sink forever in one's own world, only remaining in this world through memories ?? Although ... if the world were no more, then memories would no longer be either. Everything would be as if it never existed. Everything would have been just an illusion ... or ... in her case, endless agony ... a path of suffering ... that didn't seem to end.

But ... if she was honest with herself, she knew ... none of that was true. Life was not torture, even if hers was painful. Nobody ever wanted her bad. Even if it looked like it. Everyone always did everything that she was fine ... but ... she didn't get it ... still couldn't quite understand it today. Why did others care about her? Why did people care about her? Why?? She didn't care what became of others either. Hmm ... was ... that ... something an effect of forgetting ?? Had she forgotten ... to be a ... human ??? What had become of her ???She slowly opened her blue eyes, which she had previously closed. With a smile on her face, she jumped up and began to run across the colorful flower meadow with her arms outstretched. The wind gently dodged the contours of your body and made her feel like it was flying. She knew she could achieve anything. Never was and never will be alone. After a while she let herself fall. She caught the many flowers and grasses gently and tickled the skin that was not covered by the knee-length, sleeveless dark blue dress that she was wearing.

She sits up smiling. All of that ... could have done ... could ... have reached ... true reality ... she closed her eyes. This world. Bursting with beauty and tranquility. The wish to be there forever ... you couldn't take that away from her ... because this world was in her.And ... even though it was just a dream ... it was more to her than that ... was ... the balance ... the means ... that gave her the strength for her fight ... the fight against her greatest enemy ... herself. And that was all she needed.

Now she opened her eyes again. She let her head droop weakly. Blood ... everywhere ... she felt no pain ... although she couldn't move from the injuries that covered her entire body. She could only turn and lower her head slightly. Hmm ... yes ... that was reality ... their reality ... and that of all the other people. It was war. But ... she would have had a choice. Could have stayed at home. Safe. Instead, she'd become a war reporter, knowing full well that she could and most likely would die as a result. She knew how sad your family ... her friends ... must be ... when they found out she was no longer. But ... the pain would pass ... And although her body would linger underground until it disappeared, she would be ... what she was ... still there ... in the mind ... in the memory ... of everyone who once knew her.And that alone was enough for her ... gave her strength for her last fight ... because ... a few months ago she could never have dreamed that she would ever die in reality. She was grateful ... for all the beautiful things that she was allowed to experience. All the memories came back and flowed through her. She felt reborn, even though my body was badly battered. But ... it didn't matter ... because ... victory was so close. For the first time, she had the guts to face herself and stand up. In the past, she would have just closed her eyes the whole time and soaked in her dream world for as long as possible ... until everything was over. But now ... now she knew ... that ... this world ... her reality ... the reality of everyone ... actually ... was just one way ... a chance ... to fight ... not to make it easy for yourself ... and ... above all ... not to forget.

Your name didn't matter. It was just letters. A word. It had so many meanings when you consider the infinity of languages.Not important, considering it would be her last thought. So now she saw her loved ones before her eyes, which were slowly closing. Just before they were completely closed, one last tear escaped and found its way over her dirty, blood-smeared face.

READY !! ^^
* smile *

Hmm ...
I particularly like this FF ...
really…
some know why, some don't ...
well ...
however ...

She has no name ...
it's better like that…
hmm ...
there are certainly some who are now speculating about who she is ...
but I hereby ask you not to do that !!!
Please just take it as it is ...
she is she ...
and nobody else ...
OK??
Please don't ask or say:
She is ...
I dont want that…
YOU'RE WELCOME!!!

Well ...
OK…
well then…
I can not say more about that…
because…
You can't explain feelings ...

Hmm ...
however ...
THANKS for READING and for the COMMISSIONS !! ^^

lg Magic.