Deepest desires {DISCONTINUED}

•Chapter 4 • Phoenix•

She was strong.

She was strong.

Her hands told stories words could not.
She winced every time I held them.
Only God knows the amount of pain she held in her two hands.

I begged her to share it with me
I could help her
Maybe lighten the load
That she had been carrying for centuries.

She refused.
You won't be able to carry it.
The weight of the sky
It is too heavy for you

And after an eternity of knowing her
I decided she was a Phoenix

I saw her trip
I saw her fall
I saw her burn
I saw her crash

but everytime,
she rose even more
beautiful than before
she rose with the colours of fire
coursing through her body

she rose every single time embodying the scorching hues of the flames that fuelled her very existence, and fought with every fibre of her being

but once the weight of the sky proved too heavy
and like a phoenix
she too was reduced to ashes once more
and this time she didn't rise
her flames dulled.
and an amber glow slowly dimmed.
diminishing the last of her flames.

- the sky came crashing on to her
there were thunder storms, lightning cracked the sky apart, floods became waterfalls.

It was too much.
She couldn't take the torture.

I hope she is finally at rest now.
That she has found her peace amongst the heat of the war zone.
I am holding the sky for her
and it is as heavy as
i thought it was

It is my turn to be strong.

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I head out the front door. Content in a strange high.

As I approach my bike I can't help feeling giddy. The heels of my boots click against the grey concrete pavement.

I mount the leather seat, still feeling the warmth that I of all people have brought someone the feeling of joy.

To others this doesn't seem to sway them.
I am often a tragedy in many people's lives.
Causing the emotion of "happiness" is very unusual for me however.
Especially as a Femme Fatale*.

Perhaps causing happiness is actually one of the cruelest things I could do.
Because at the end of the day, I will never reciprocate their feelings of friendship of love.

To love is to kill.
And to be loved is to be killed.

Aurelia Morningstar is not someone to take for granted.

Because if I can't reach heaven.
I will raise hell.

I kick up my stand and start the engine as I ride away into the darkened abyss of my life as a Femme Fatale.

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* A Femme Fatale is an attractive and seductive woman, especially one who will ultimately cause distress to a man who becomes involved with her.

I want to thank you for reading my story.

Well this was a very emotional chapter to write! Aahhh so many feels while writing this, so I hope you like and feel moved or hopefully it sparked some sort of emotion in you❤️

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- Mehrin
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