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Caged Forever
ββ ββYour baby is precious, both of you are so lucky!ββ He handed the baby to the first-timers and returned back to his house. Waved to the neighbor while she was running and entered his house.
Closed windows, locked doors, lights off, he just had to change back to the egg-white coat.
The studio was, possibly, the best place in the world for any artist, filled with tools and the basics for sculpting, painting, drawing, and such others.
The eyes opened wide to the surprise and closed with force as it would keep them safe, her arms surrounded her head and soul as they tried to maintain the hope and give her a shoulder to cry on, hope which faded with every session. The man inserted the key, the key opened the cage, the cage opened its door, and the open door killed her dreams.Only cold words spewed out of his mouth, only cold words she heard. ββThe usualββ and with such short words her body mutated from a depressed, unpinioned fairy to a beautiful and delicate ballerina. Centered in the spacious room, she posed for him. She danced and smiled, she brought a peaceful and enchanting feeling to the room as she used to, that night, in the theaterβ¦ that night was the only thought in her head.Legs floated almost touching the sky, hips turned in every direction, hands flew with elegance. She was obligated every night to recreate that spectacle that dazzled him, without complaining. Scared of him, weaving a web to catch her ticket to freedom never crossed her mind. The lack of clocks or calendars wasn't a inconvenient for her, the noises of the street kept her up to date on important issues, she heard and witnessed all the changes that had happened in those four years.
The sound that she made being alone would've enough to blow out her lungs, but not even the combustion of her entire body would have alerted his neighbors.Β«His angel, his museΒ», and he was the person she most hated. Both destined to be together until the destruction of the world. ββ
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