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Through the depths of her eyes, there sat veracity – truth and lies, ugly and beauty, imperfections and sins. If you would look closely, you would see the realism of her world – abyss and void, black and white; no grays, no in between.

 

How blind can a human be? When even the most innocent can be that of a professional actor?

 

Who knew that wearing a mask could be a part of a person’s daily basis?

 

Who knew?

 

It pained me whenever I look into her eyes – damaged, beyond repair. A flaw is a part of us, yet her own makes her weaker, paler, sadder – as if it is a virus that is ready to trample her into darkness. Monsters of her own devour a piece of her every day, and an inch of life in her eyes dissipates into nothing; yet these monsters makes an enormous wall for her – to protect, to be stronger. When in actuality, it is made to writhe, to collapse without any single soul knowing.

 

Monster per monster did her entirety buckled up. Monster per monster did her entirety hid away. Where is she?

 

Right there, in the middle of lifeless deaths, trying to survive in a battlefield teeming of black veiled horns alone.

 

Still can’t see?

 

Look closely.

 

Where is it?

 

Right there, inside the window of her soul.

 

Through the depths of her eyes, there sits veracity – truth and lies, ugly and beauty, imperfections and sins. If you would look closely, you would see the realism of her world – abyss and void, black and white; no grays, no in between.

 

And yet in her daily basis, is a blissful smile that no one – not even me – could detect a spur of opposition in her heart, mind, and soul

 

That’s why it pained me the moment those beautiful eyes slowly pooled with broken tears. It pained me when I saw how she wearily raised the white flag. It pained me how those horrible creatures took feast on her – diminished her, shattered her, took life on her.

 

But, in the midst of her loss, glimmered a small ray of light.

 

She was too consumed that even helping her up pained me to no ends; so I lifted her.

 

I steadied her then slowly pushed her there.

 

She once asked me, “What’s the point, when every hope I’ve been holding to has been stolen from me? What is the point, when I can’t even bring myself to stand up anymore? What is the point? When I’ve long lost the fight?” And there, the monsters roared – howling for their victory, their gain of strength and power.

 

And it pained me when in the midst of her lively face, sat the window of her soul all crumbled into bits, lifeless.

 

No words did she sought, no encouragement did she yearned. No therapies did she longed, no distractions did she fought for.

 

Me… all along it was me whom she sought, yearned, longed, fought for.

 

It pained me when she told me how much she needed me, it pained me when she asked me if I could stay, it pained me when she apologized for annoying me, it pained me to see her so shattered that every optimism had left her.

 

So I lifted her.

 

I steadied her and slowly pushed her there.

 

Words were nothing, encouragement is the same thing. Therapies are useless, distractions are worthless.

 

So I lifted her, for I needed to stay by her side. I steadied her and slowly pushed her there, for I needed to let her know that on the next battle, a comrade she will gain. She sought for me, yearned for me, longed for me, fought for me.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

So I told her, “’Till death do us part.”

 

 

 

- Her husband

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