Silence.
Not the cold, hollow silence of dying —But a warm, sacred silence, like the world holding its breath just for me.
I don't remember the exact moment my soul broke free.Only that I was no longer heavy.No longer bleeding.No longer afraid.
At first, it felt like floating in a vast ocean of light, where the pain of my past dissolved into golden ripples. There was no time here. No names. No expectations. Just... being.
And for the first time in my existence, I was alone — but not lonely.
I thought I was dead. Truly gone.But something deeper stirred inside me.A whisper.A calling.
"This is not your end."
Then I felt it — a spark.A warmth blooming in the hollow space where my heart used to break.A pulse.
Life.
I gasped.
Air rushed into my lungs as if the universe itself had breathed me back.
My eyes opened — not to the world I had known, but to something new.I was lying in a meadow, not made of this world, where the sky shifted in colors I didn't have names for. Flowers surrounded me again, but this time they weren't stained in red. They were radiant, reaching for me like they had been waiting.
I sat up slowly, touched my chest.
My heart beat steady.Not borrowed.Not broken.Mine.
The girl I used to be — the one who waited, the one who cried in silence, the one who whispered "sorry" as she died — she was gone.
And in her place stood someone new.
Not hardened. Not cruel.But awake. Aware.Reborn.
I stood on trembling legs and felt the wind carry my name — not the name others called me, but the name I had never spoken aloud. The one hidden deep inside my spirit.
I smiled.
Not because I was saved,But because I had saved myself.
This time, I would live not in fear, but in fire.
Not in chains, but in choice.
I walked forward, away from the ghost of the man who once held me captive in love disguised as control.I did not carry his memory.I did not curse his name.I simply left him in the place where I left my last breath.
And I began again.
Reborn not as someone new — but as who I was always meant to be.