I stared at the girl from across the room. When she glanced my way, I pretended to be scanning the room. She had no idea that I was watching her. I didn't understand what was happening or why. Suddenly, I spoke and broke the silence.
"She doesn't exist anymore."
I had no idea what came over me to say such words. I looked back at the girl and luckly, she hadn't noticed I spoke at all. Some sad, scratchy voice answered my remark, "you should be so glad you got out when you did." I turned around in a panic to see where it had come from. Nobody behind me. I heard it again, "there are so many beautiful things in this world, you don't deserve to see." "You cannot find who you used to be." The voice was strained and sounded diseased, with panic. "The more you move forward, the more you lose. You cannot bring yourself to listen to the music you love. It haunts you. "Where was it coming from? The girl saw me panicking. She stood. She slowly walked towards the window. She anchored her feet on the edge of my insanity, and then jumped.
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But you were there to catch her, pull her back to sanity. You couldn't let her go, just yet. You stood there, tear in your eyes, looking into hers. The girl whispered, "I've been waiting."
She may be unfamiliar, but she's still alive. Strong enough to pick you up when you fall. Gentle enough to relax you with her beautiful voice when you are low. She will shine bright when the dark wall of despair looms tall. She will make you smile with her humor when the awkward silence creeps in.
Find her. Rescue her. Let her out.
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