Beauty and the Alpha Beast
One day, somehow, I will find a way out.
I think about the stories I’ve woven in my mind over the years, the tales I’ve sung softly to myself when the loneliness crept too close. Stories of brave girls who climbed beyond their prison towers, who slipped past monsters and witches and found the sun waiting just for them. Those girls don’t stay trapped forever. Neither will I.
I imagine the first step, feeling the soft earth beneath my bare feet, cold, rough, and real. I imagine running through the trees, the sun warming my face, the scent of pine and wildflowers thick in the air.
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