... There was a boy. He came into her life, right when she was at her lowest point.
[A very strange enchanted boy.
There's a faraway look in Amelia's green eyes as the words begin to weave themselves together and her voice continues to narrate in a more hushed tone.]
Was it fate that brought them together? Sheer luck? Who knows.
[A shrug.]
He was a pure-hearted child who saw how lonely the girl was and extended a hand to her. She didn't trust him at first. He was too innocent and his face shone too brightly. What would he know of the world? How could he ever look upon the weak and pathetic girl with any kind of warmth, whose heart was hardened after years of neglect? Why now of all times? Why couldn't he have been there earlier when she needed someone the most?
... But he took her hand anyway. And he helped her, no matter how difficult she was, no matter how much she lashed out. Together, hand in hand, they explored what it meant to be free. What it meant to be part of the world. Slowly, but surely... The girl finally learned, what it was like to be cared for.
[This is where the story should change. This is where the plot begins to descend into sorrow, a beautiful dramatic turn where hope turns into despair. That was how it turned out after all. That was the truth.
But Amelia goes on; this is just a tale after all. Something made up. Something make-believe.
Something she wished had happened instead.]
The girl no longer despaired. She wasn't alone anymore and she learned from the boy's example. She would help those who needed it most even if it didn't reward her, even if it was hard. She wasn't the only lonely person after all and it gave her purpose as she grew up, stronger and braver than ever.
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[A very strange enchanted boy.
There's a faraway look in Amelia's green eyes as the words begin to weave themselves together and her voice continues to narrate in a more hushed tone.]
Was it fate that brought them together? Sheer luck? Who knows.
[A shrug.]
He was a pure-hearted child who saw how lonely the girl was and extended a hand to her. She didn't trust him at first. He was too innocent and his face shone too brightly. What would he know of the world? How could he ever look upon the weak and pathetic girl with any kind of warmth, whose heart was hardened after years of neglect? Why now of all times? Why couldn't he have been there earlier when she needed someone the most?
... But he took her hand anyway. And he helped her, no matter how difficult she was, no matter how much she lashed out. Together, hand in hand, they explored what it meant to be free. What it meant to be part of the world. Slowly, but surely... The girl finally learned, what it was like to be cared for.
[This is where the story should change. This is where the plot begins to descend into sorrow, a beautiful dramatic turn where hope turns into despair. That was how it turned out after all. That was the truth.
But Amelia goes on; this is just a tale after all. Something made up. Something make-believe.
Something she wished had happened instead.]
The girl no longer despaired. She wasn't alone anymore and she learned from the boy's example. She would help those who needed it most even if it didn't reward her, even if it was hard. She wasn't the only lonely person after all and it gave her purpose as she grew up, stronger and braver than ever.
... The end.