THE CLOSED DOORS
Then one day, he finally left me. Not with explanations, not with apologies, not with mercy, Wilson Mark walked away completely with everything I gave him. He didn't just leave my life he emptied it. Every ounce of love, trust, strength, and hope I possessed disappeared with him, it felt as though the world itself had shut me out. I was left with nothing, no one, no comfort, no security, no future just silence and pain. My life became a hallow space, the Luna Austin who was once admired - the girl who people called beautiful, radiant, untouchable - slowly fade away. The mirror no longer reflected a goddess, its reflected someone I barely recognized. My skin lost its glow,my eyes lost their light, my body weakened, as ify soul had been drained dry. I began to wither.
It felt as though sickness clung to me like a dark spell. I grew thinner, weather, paler-like someone battling a deadly illness without treatment. I looked like a cancer patient fighting a war war alone. My strength vanished, my energy dissappeared, I was no longer myself. And the worst part? I had no money, no resources, no one to run to, no ways to seek medical help, the wealth I once took for granted was gone, swallowed by betrayal. I was confused, broken, and terrified, everyday felt heavier than the last. I woke up tired, I slept in pain, my mind felt trapped between memories of what I once had and the nightmares I was no living in.
I knocked on the doors - metaphorical doors of help, hope, and survival. They all remained closed. Promises faded, friend dissappear, hope slipped through my fingers, every door I reached for slammed shut in my face.
It was as if destiny itself had turned it back on me. I screamed in silence, asking the universe why. Why this love lead me here? Why did I trusted the wrong person that coste everything? I felt curse, the fantasy world I once lived in had completely collapsed. The magic was gone, all that remained was darkness and regret. I sat alone in empty room, listening to the echo of my own thoughts, wondering how a life so full could become so empty. This was rock, no love, no money, no strength, no hope, I thought of my parents - the doors I closed with my own hands. I thought of the advice I rejected, I thought of the protection I abandoned, and now, here I, was, standing in front of the closed walls with no where left to turn. I had lost everything or so I believed, sometimes, the closed door isn't the end-it is the pause before destiny speaks again, I didn't know yet, but even in this darkness, something unseen was still watching, waiting, preparing me for what comes after total loss. But at that moment… AlAl hope felt lost.