Dreamweaver 003 - The Broken Wing

"I don't think i can take it anymore"
She's changed...
Her voice shivers, her smile broken,
and her gaze seems to go deep into empty space, so deep and far away that no light could ever reach it again.
She's changed.
Damage done, problem solved and life goes on
"Where were you all this time?"
Problem not solved. No, this is different
"I shouldn't... blame you for not preventing my mistakes"
Standing behind her while she sits curled on the edge of the roof, i set my eyes on her wild frenzied hair. Purple, i think. Streaks of purple and red. That's what it used to be long ago. I couldn't tell from the light- or the lack of it.
Why didn't you call on the others?
She froze just for a second. Her frail naked body had been shivering from the cold winds this entire time.
"They're not you"
Any one of us could stop him from beating you
I looked up to the clouds. Looks like rain. Smells like soon.
Time to move on. He's back in the room, tied to a chair.
She can settle this from here.

"Please take me with you..."
I stopped.
Its done, little angel.
She was such a strong girl before. Not someone who couldn't take a beating.
This isn't the first abusive boyfriend of hers. Something's different.
I stood over her again, feeling all the dread in the world around me.
"Don't leave me again.."

I stood there and tried to make sense of things. The answer came with the moon.
As the clouds parted and the full moon appeared, i realised what was different.
His punches hurt her dignity.
That man..
His ciggarettes, knives and boiling water broke her soul.
We're not done here little angel.
I bent over and gently grabbed her arm.
I'm going to finish it. Slowly.
She stood up, and i wrapped my jacket around her.
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