Once upon a time, the world’s loneliest girl spoke with people but they never spoke with her.
Instead, they spoke to her ghosts.
These apparitions that rattled the chains whenever she allowed guests.
And they got the attention they sought.
She said, Pay no mind they don’t haunt me. But they all believed she was speaking in code. They wanted to believe they knew the code, that it was not as fluid as any sentient being.
They all believed that she was still looking for a hero. That’s all they ever really wanted with her. To believe that a potentially strong female lead in this era could need a male saviour.
Nope, she said out loud as she looked into the mirror. Not anymore.
But who of those surrounding her at arm’s length understood the difference between being a hero and stepping forward to love?
None except the few she had pushed away. But they weren’t within arm’s reach anymore.
Because she knew that the only hero she would ever need in human form besides herself was the man who was brave enough to love her.
But everyone watching believed that a hero was one to save her from the ghosts.
They did not understand the structure of the power imbalance and how, in the end, she who allowed her heart was more powerful.
They believed that the chains affected her more than the fucking ghosts who rattled them.
And she succumbed to a fucking lifetime of being misunderstood, of being the quietest character in her own story.
But, by accepting her current fate, she opened the door to the next fate.
There wasn’t even time to say goodbye.