The China Doll Girl

Once upon a time there was a girl.

This girl did not care too much but neither did she care too little.

She cared evenly and that was good.

Then one day this girl met a boy.

This boy made her feel special by using words to trap her imagination.

The girl fell for the boys charming stories and the balance began to break.

The girl began to care too much.

The boy turned greedy when he learnt that she could care so much and the boy learnt a new trick.

The boy learnt how to manipulate the girl so that she would care even more.

But no girl is born with the power to care too much for one single boy.

And so, the girl began to crack as she had become as fragile as a china doll.

The boy could see what he was doing.

But the greed had wrapped itself around the boy and all he could think of was himself.

The girl cried out to the boy at night and asked him to fix her.

The boy ignored her pleas in the night and in the day her pleas never existed.

The girl pretended to be strong for the boy whom she had grown to care so much for.

But day by day, night by night, the cracks grew more frequent and wider.

One day the boy craved so much from the girl and the girl tried so hard to give the boy more.

But the cracks were too many and too wide and she struggled.

The boy did not see her fall to her knees.

The boy did not hear her cry turn into a scream.

The boy did not think that the girl could be broken.

The boy did not think of the china doll girl.

The boy begged the girl to care even more and the girl tried but really, she couldn’t.

The boy got mad at the girl for not giving him what he needed.

The girl couldn’t stand for fear of breaking into pieces.

The girl called to the boy.

The girl begged the boy to see her.

The girl begged the boy to hear her.

The girl begged the boy to speak to her.

But the boy, covered by longing and greed, lust and fantasy could not see or hear the girl cry.

The silence filled the gap between the girl and the boy.

The silence became thicker until the boy could not feel the girl.

The silence became thicker until the girl could not feel the boy.

Then in the silence, the smallest sound of shattering glass echoed.

The silence became alive.

The silence moved.

The silence wrapped its dark cloak around the broken remains of the girl.

The silence collected the china doll pieces.

The silence kept this lesson locked in a box.

The girl could not be fixed.

Because the girl had learnt to care too much.

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