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stardusted-bookworm · 7 months

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It ain't the being alone.

She'd been alone all her life. Had grown comfortable with it. Had known loneliness like an old friend. Had known. For never had loneliness wounded her the way it did now. She now knows that loneliness had left her long ago and had not been her companion since he walked into her life.

It ain't the empty home, baby.

She looks around at the house they'd called home. She is haunted by a memory. A memory of the rafters being filled with laughter and joy as he waltzed her around their dining room. A memory of the smell of spiced meats and mouth-watering dishes. Memories of endless hours of talking, of enjoying each others' companies as the fire crackled and the rain poured down outside.

These memories fade, leaving her in the cold, desolate house she had built for them. Portraits smile at her from the walls, cruel remembrances of a time no longer present. The fire no longer crackles. The stove no longer houses their cooking. And the floors remain un-danced.

You know I'm good on my own.

As she stares at a dent in the wall, she also remembers the endless fights. Him complaining that she was always gone. Shouting that she was never around. Her yelling back that she was around. All the time. That she should be allowed her own time and space. That she shouldn't need to be so firmly attached to him at all times that they fuse into one person. They had been born separate for a reason.

She remembers the silence after that. Should've predicted what came next.

You know it's more the being unknown.

He did not speak to her again, except for short words, curt answers. He was never in the house unless it was to sleep, and somedays, he did not even return for that. He no longer remembered the secrets they had shared with smiles. He no longer cared to remember her favorites, her laugh, her song. It was as if he was methodically un-remembering her.

And oh, how her heart broke at that.

And there are some people, love, who are better unknown.

She presses a hand to her chest, surprised to see it come away clean. The pain of her heart is so acute she believes she should be bleeding.

For it was not just the un-remembering. She had found out later, after he had left for the last time, that he had found someone new. Had wooed and courted this other with as much fervor as he had her. Had made them laugh, had danced with them, had enjoyed their company as ardently as he had with her.

It was then her heart cleaved. Was rent in two. Never to be mended. To be removed completely from his memory... to be treated as if she had never existed... No, there was no coming back from that.

It would've been better if she had never met him, she thinks to herself. For the good did not outweigh the bad.

She thinks back to how often he would dismiss her. Would not share in her excitement the closer they got to the end. Was it her fault? Should she have tried harder?

No. Her resolve hardens. The blame is not hers to carry. Not when he left the way he did. Not when he abandoned her before she even knew it was over.

She stands and looks at the match burning in her hand. She lets it fall to the ground and walks out of the burning house, burning the memories of him with it.

Nothing would grow on that patch of land again. She had ensured it. Had coaxed her magic back to her after years of suppressing it to make him happy. Never again would she debase herself the way she had allowed him to debase her.

She is the most powerful witch of her age. And the world would remember her power once more.

Starting with him and his pretty new bride.

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cauliflowermaterial · 1 year

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1,10,15,23 for the music ask !!! :D

What are your 5 most played songs?

Ohohooo i like this question because i LOVE sharing what im currently listening to!

Sir Sly — High :: There is something so ADDICTIVE about the pre chorus!!! the bass line also tickles my brain. it feels good to be up above the clouds~

Hozier — Eat Your Young :: I was down BAD for this song.... the lyrics, the music, his voice—i mean come on. get some, pull up the ladder when the flood comes~

George Benson — Give me the night (The Tailors Remix) :: Grooving!!!! What more is there to say besides give me the night~

Young MC — Bust A Move :: BOPPING!!!!!! yea!!!!!!!!

Vantage — 50//50 :: chill futuristic vibes :)) badapaaaa badaaa badaaaaaa~

3 songs you have with a name in the title

Will Wood — Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity :: forgot how much I like this song haha

The Beatles — Eleanor Rigby :: classic.

Encanto — We Don't Talk About Bruno :: hey, it slaps and it counts.

What album will you always listen to all the way through?

The Postal Service — Give Up :: the songs are just different enough for them to have their own feel and message, but just similar enough to maintain a consistent... vibe... energy... all the way through. perfect for those nights sitting on the balcony looking at the city lights and just.... reflecting. yea.

Put your phone on shuffle, what song comes up first? Do you know every word to this song?

Frank Sinatra — My Way :: hmm no i don't think I actually know every word to this song. the only song I can say for certain that I know every word to would be Yakko's World lmao but the odds of that coming up out of the well over 500 songs on my phone were slim.

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I hope all the links work!!! i could make a seperate post for each of these songs <33333

#i love music!!!!#thank you so much for the ask <3 #music #ask game

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