The more cracks William bared to me of his exterior and interior, the easier I found it to have compassion for him
Which in turn meant; the easier it was to forget that he was my captor and I was his captive
With compassion, I like to think of it as Pandora's Box; once its open you cannot stop all the things that had been inside from spilling out
Compassion meant that I cared about him, not the superficial kind of care, but the kind of care where I wanted to help him and be there for him
Even worse, I had convinced myself that he needed me.
In any other circumstance, caring about someone or something is never such a negative thing that it becomes detrimental to you
Instead, it shows that you have heart
However, in this situation it was the opposite
because the more I cared, the more I felt less like a captive and more like a person, a person who was capable of forming her own thoughts and making her own decisions and existing freely and unapologetically
Unfortunately, what that compassion towards William meant for me; was that it seemed as if my brain had given me a tool to create the illusion of freedom
And when you are given something after not having nothing for so long it feels like a lot
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Mystery / ThrillerThe Bird: Ava Thompson has only ever wanted things that seem out of reach. the further they are, the better. like having her mother return from the dead, or getting her boss to leave his wife for her, maybe acquiring her step father's love, even pu...
