
The little princess, at the age of 10, drew a picture of a huge castle, with her most beloved prince charming, holding her close, protecting her from every danger, loving every inch, every flaw. Life was perfect. Or so she dreamt. At a tender age, she aspired for a future, perfect and beautiful.
Her dreams came true as she found a home in between his arms. The castle the little princess wanted to build was complete with a prince. All that she had ever wanted. All that she had ever dreamt off. Was standing in front of her as she captured his face with her hands. They say that slow water runs deep and both of them were swimming in each other’s eyes. She became a different person when she was with him. She stole his t shirt and kissed him in front of guys who looked at her admiringly. She wanted to dance with him in the rain and wanted to sit in a park drinking coke with him and make him laugh so hard that he snorted the coke through his nose. She cared for him so much that she could tell that something was wrong just by looking at him. She wrapped her arms around him to make him feel safe. She payed attention when he talked about the things he loved, even if she didn’t love them herself. She saw her future with him. He was her home.
At the end of teenage, she wanted to be dead. She tried and tried and tried with everything she had to not get broken again but the odds were never in her favour and the person who was everything for her ended up being the one who broke her and shattered her heart into a million pieces, all fractals sharp and broken. How could she breathe, when the person who gave her a reason to live, was the one who pushed her to the edge, where she felt dying was a better option than giving it another try? Wherever she went, whatever she saw, no matter what she did, she was always reminded of him. How could she ever stay in the same room, her very own room, where once she used to share every single space with him? How could she wear the same clothes, which once got the sweetest, most romantic compliments from him? How could she ever skim the same streets, where once she spend time hiding in hide and seek, racing for fun, running from dogs, clicking pictures and whatnot with him? How could she ever sit in any park where she used to have miniature picnic dates and sit comfortably wrapped into each other’s arms, holding hands together every single day? Where should she go? What should she wear? What music should she listen to? In which part of which street or park or club or any godforsaken place in this entire god damn world should she ever hide herself where she is not reminded of him? She feels sick and suffocated. A victim of claustrophobia caused by darkness and darkness alone. Until one day, she thinks she sees a little light, which might make the darkness go away. And so, helpless and desperate for some way or any way out, she walks towards the light..
But is the light really the solution?

