It lasted exactly one day. One glorious day in fact, where I was completely at peace. Serenity was rushing through my veins and my mind was clear. It felt so unusual, so strange, unfamiliar even. I guess when you spend so much time convincing yourself that you don't deserve to be happy, it becomes the only life you know how to lead. You have no idea how hard I want to break free from this dreaded cycle, how hard I try to disintegrate the shackles that bind me to this obscure existence. I refuse to accept that this is my story forever, I refuse to back down. Just wait, just wait and see how far I'll go, how strong I'll become. One day I shall laugh at these moments, and we shall toast the days when everything fell apart.
He runs back towards the fire, towards the shadowy flames, for there he feels safe, he feels warm. They burn his flesh and tear his limbs, yet he smiles, yet he laughs, because the pain means he's home. She stands beside him, crying. She wants a better life for him, a better future, but she knows there is little she can do. So she steps closer, putting her arms around his shoulders, and whispering the words she spoke right before she inhaled her last breath. They are instantly transported back to the past, back to a reality where he was so happy, and she was still alive. They have one day, exactly one day before she has to go back, before she is gone again. Tell me, is one day enough to change your life?
