Category: Post-Destiny; Tess

The writing "What Lies Unseen" is mine. It is copyrighted.

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"In dark corners,
We hide our troubles.
In the cover of night,
We hide our tears.
In solitude,
We hide our doubts.
In smiles,
We hide our fears.
In the light,
We hide our pain.
In the aftermath,
We regret.
In the shadows,
We remember.
In time,
We forget.
All goes unseen by unskilled eyes.
Souls are tortured by unknown plights.
What lies unseen is simple, but true.
What lies unseen is the real you."

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Every morning I wake up to an empty house.

And an empty heart.

He's gone.

My destiny's gone.

Any semblance of a family is gone.

They think that I don't recognize the fear they have of me in their eyes.

I do, though.

And every time that I see the fear there, the loneliness inside of me grows larger.

They think that I don't see their swift side-glances or overhear their catty comments.

I do, though.

I'm the odd one out.

The youngest.

They feel that I am incapable of doing anything intelligent.

So why do I feel as if I've already lived a full life?

Now I remember.

I have.

In that life, I had my destiny.

In that life, I had my family.

In this life, I now have nothing.

Nothing but tales of days of old.

Nothing but an old, metal book with pictures of my past life.

I've been abandoned like old clothing that is stuffed in a drawer, forgotten about, and then later found and thrown away.

I'll be okay, though.

I've lost things before.

Who needs a destiny?

I don't.

At least I hope I don't.

When I had a destiny, I had hope.

Now I don't have a destiny, and I don't have hope.

I can't lie to myself.

Maybe I do need a destiny.

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