Thursday, December 9, 2010

Creative Outlet Part 1

There once was a girl who fell in love, even though she thought she never would. She fell in love and let a boy into her very soul. He fit so nicely there, after all, and because he did fit so nicely, she thought that's where he was meant to stay.

At first the boy recognized the warmness and pleasantness of the girl's soul and snuggled in, pulling it around him and making it more like his. The girl loved this and let him do it.

However, the boy didn't stay long. He looked around and thought the girl's soul was too nice of a place for him to be. He didn't want to mess it up, so he left quickly, leaving her soul empty, disheveled, and torn.

This new emptiness, this place she didn't even know she had, ached terribly. She called after the boy. She told him he should at least return for a bit and straighten up. He tried, but the rearranging only felt worse. She still had the memory of the perfect fit, and anything else paled in comparison.

So he left again, because the boy didn't want to hurt the girl any more. He told her that with time her soul would heal itself. She begged him to stay, but he refused. She told him that her soul wasn't that nice to begin with and if he came back, not to worry about messing it up a bit. He still said no, and to ensure that her soul healed properly, he wouldn't come back for a while. He said when her soul had finally healed, he would come visit and make a new, less permanent space, like they tried to fix before.

She waited and waited for her soul to heal. She prayed to it's Keeper to take it and fill up the hole, but the Keeper told her that a soul often needs holes to work properly and to be patient. After a while, a scab formed. It was itchy and uncomfortable, but it felt less empty. The scab eventually started to heal, and the girl thought that her soul could finally be well again, but as the last bit turned into new flesh, she found that what had actually formed was a boy-shaped scar. Disheartened, she realized the boy was wrong. Her soul would never be like before he found it.

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