Serena
I couldn't tell my mom. I tried, and I just couldn't. What's worse, she didn't try to make me.
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Later, I had cried out every tear I had, but it wasn't enough.
Just as I'd parked my car outside the complex where I now lived, a spark of hope flared inside me.
No one ever would know.
I sprinted up the stairs, I just couldn't handle the idleness of taking the elevator. I needed to run.
I burst through the door and immediately headed for the hall closet.
I pulled out a large suitcase and stuffed as many of my clothes as I could in it.
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Finally, I was packed. But I still wasn't done. There was one last thing I needed to do.
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a pencil and pulled a pad of lilac paper out from under the phone.
I knew who would come looking for me first.
Shaun, I wrote.
I'm leaving. Please, please, don't tell anyone why. Pretend you don't know. Act like I never existed.
Don't come looking for me. I want you to finish college, and move on. You deserve happiness, which I can't ever give you, no matter how much I wish I could. And don't blame yourself. It's my fault. It's entirely my fault.
I still love you, and I always will.
Serena.
A small tear fell onto the page. I turned my head, and ripped the page from the pad.
I pinned it to the door of my bedroom.
I glanced back over my shoulder one last time, as I closed the door of my apartment, and closed the door on everyone I'd ever known and loved.
I couldn't tell my mom. I tried, and I just couldn't. What's worse, she didn't try to make me.
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Later, I had cried out every tear I had, but it wasn't enough.
Just as I'd parked my car outside the complex where I now lived, a spark of hope flared inside me.
No one ever would know.
I sprinted up the stairs, I just couldn't handle the idleness of taking the elevator. I needed to run.
I burst through the door and immediately headed for the hall closet.
I pulled out a large suitcase and stuffed as many of my clothes as I could in it.
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Finally, I was packed. But I still wasn't done. There was one last thing I needed to do.
I ran into the kitchen, grabbed a pencil and pulled a pad of lilac paper out from under the phone.
I knew who would come looking for me first.
Shaun, I wrote.
I'm leaving. Please, please, don't tell anyone why. Pretend you don't know. Act like I never existed.
Don't come looking for me. I want you to finish college, and move on. You deserve happiness, which I can't ever give you, no matter how much I wish I could. And don't blame yourself. It's my fault. It's entirely my fault.
I still love you, and I always will.
Serena.
A small tear fell onto the page. I turned my head, and ripped the page from the pad.
I pinned it to the door of my bedroom.
I glanced back over my shoulder one last time, as I closed the door of my apartment, and closed the door on everyone I'd ever known and loved.
hear my
unspeakable words,
those are screaming
inside my lost strife!
See me,
see it through my
frightened eyes,
those will show you,
those will defeat
the peace itself.
That peace,
well-known to you,
but not to me.
Not to me.
I've seen it only
in their eyes,
while mine were dreaming.
Grabbing my soul,
living inside,
the fear loves me more,
smiling to my faith.
Hear me,
hear those
unspeakable words,
those are living here,
praying silently,
crying sternly.
Hope is awaken,
but weakened.
Hating fear
and its cruelty,
it struggles tirelessly,
though fading...
Fading
along with
unseen dreams,
sleeping
along with sorrow.
The doors
are locked,
Sun is not
illuminating
my path,
not mine.
Fears sleep
in there,
loving my failures,
listening to my
unspeakable words,
those are prayers,
unseen dreams,
fear lives within.
This is what it looked like when Danny was getting her earth lesson.
Temporary Home
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to move on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
For some people, this world is only a stopover. They arrive here to do some good while they can, but they know that this is still not their true home. They are angels who come to light up our lives with their luminescence and to teach us what they can before they have to move on. They flash in on golden wings, but it seems that they are gone before you can say “Thank you” or “I love you”. They leave softly, without fanfare. They kiss our brow as lightly as a heart’s whisper, and smile, blinding us with its brightness. When we blink, they are gone.
