He\u2019ll fall upon his knees, and he\u2019ll say to you- he\u2019ll beg you to stay. He will tell you it can\u2019t be anyone but you, he will tell you that you are the one, he will tell you that you have been chosen. He will tell you the gods are on your side, and you\u2019ll believe him, naive as you\u2019ll still be then. You\u2019ll tell him what you\u2019ve always wanted to tell someone, and you\u2019ll feel loved and wanted and cared for, if only for a moment. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
This will be the moment you\u2019ll look back on fondly when you sit at the edge of the cliff that you once thought you knew. The cliff that once knew you. Of course, that was long ago even now. You\u2019ll stand up at the cliff and you\u2019ll wait for it to tell you about all the seagulls it will have seen since you left, but you won\u2019t hear anything. You\u2019ll feel the stinging salt water fling against your cheek, and you\u2019ll pretend that you can\u2019t. You\u2019ll wonder if there were any gods in the first place. You\u2019ll wonder how people can pretend that they ever cared about any of you. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
You\u2019ll crash with the ocean and you\u2019ll cry with the thunder as the lightning blinds you again. Dots and spirals will swirl behind your eyes while you\u2019ll wonder why this bothers you so much. You\u2019ll tell yourself to get ahold of your rampant emotions. Somehow, your body won\u2019t respond. Funny how when you\u2019ll be in the midst of battle, your reflexes will increase tenfold, but the one time you want to be able to stay on top, you can\u2019t. You won\u2019t think about the times you spent here as a child, and you won\u2019t think about how the tears you\u2019ll be shedding aren\u2019t the first ones. Instead, you\u2019ll focus on the battlefield, hoping that the sudden searing pain you feel will be enough for you to shut down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
And then, you\u2019ll stop. All your tears will dry while your chest still heaves with labored breath. You\u2019ll know the reason why, you\u2019ll see every last piece of your past that will be hurtling towards you, and they\u2019ll only serve to break you further. Rocks will crash against you, stealing your last moment of peace, and from then on you won\u2019t be able to break anymore, shattered as you\u2019ll be. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
They will call you strong, they will call you brave, but they won\u2019t reach for you because, deep down, they know you\u2019re sharp enough to draw blood without even trying. That\u2019s why, one day, you\u2019ll give up on lending a hand when all you can do is hurt, and all they can do is shy away in fear. They\u2019ll scream and cry as if it\u2019ll keep you at bay, and you\u2019ll run. You\u2019ll know, when they curse your name and call you a coward, you\u2019ll know that this was always your destiny. You\u2019ll finally understand why they say it\u2019s better to never meet your heroes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
(you\u2019ll understand that somewhere deep inside, none of them ever really were<\/em>) He\u2019ll fall upon his knees, and he\u2019ll say to you- he\u2019ll beg you to stay. He will tell you it can\u2019t be anyone but you, he will tell you that you are the one, he will tell you that you have been chosen. He will tell you the gods are on your side, and you\u2019ll…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[12,5],"tags":[21,22,16],"class_list":["post-117","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fantasy","category-poetry","tag-angst","tag-not-quite-poetry","tag-vague"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=117"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":118,"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/117\/revisions\/118"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=117"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=117"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bellesbooknook.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=117"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
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