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Anesidora had a little box of treasures. It was made from dark, solid wood that was cleverly designed to only open with a special key it came with. Inside the box held many surprises from day to day. Sometimes, it would contain beautiful jewelleries. Other times, and more abstractly, it would give Anesidora the feeling of joy for the whole day. There are times that the little box of treasures, once opened, contained spells that would give her tears and sorrow.
Anesidora grown to like this little box of treasures, even though there were still suffering, but the joys that it contained seem to please Anesidora more than anything else. There was a time when Anesidora was experimenting with some spells when it backfired and ricochet off the walls of the laboratory. There was a terrible, resonating sound that foretold the crumbling of the room and Anesidora tried to salvage as many precious items as she can from it. One of the items, happened to be the little box of treasures. She had gotten out just in time before the laboratory walls came falling apart and would have killed her instantly were she to stay in.
Saddened by the devastation, Anesidora turned to her little box of treasures. "Perhaps, it would give me some joy," she thought.
She inserted the special key and turned the lock. Only, to her surprise, it did not open as it usually does. Perplexed, she tried to turn the key again and again. It did not open. She cried, "Oh, box of treasures! Are you affected by the failed spell too?"
So comes the trials for Anesidora to open the box. She had tried to prying it open, hammering it, throwing it against the cold hard wall, and even the spells that she knew could work on any type of lock. Alas, it was futile. Not a dent was on the box, save for small scratches after what has been done to it. Truly, the box could only be opened by the special key. And oh, what horror to Anesidora that the special key could not work any more!
Day after day, Anesidora tried opening the little box of treasures with the key, hoping that one day the enchantment would return and the box would open. But day after day, there was only the click of the turn, but not the opening of the box. Anesidora was devastated, but she kept on trying.
One night, Anesidora returned to the little box as usual and examined it pensively. For a long time, the box has given her wealth beyond her imagination. This time, the box was giving her more sorrow. The inability to open it saddened her more than the devastation of her laboratory. Had the enchantment fail because of her experiments? Or was it already the maximum that the box could give her? With a heavy heart, she took the box in her hands and walked to the nearby window. She bundled the special key with the little box and threw it out the window, which fell into the river which carried it away, far away from her.
Perhaps this little box of treasures, would open up to a different person to share what it was to give. Or perhaps, if there ever was fate for her, she would find the little box of treasures again, to enjoy the wealth it was ready to give.
And she closed her eyes, to melt the sadness away. Then she turned and headed to rebuild her laboratory again.
~Joanna
Anesidora grown to like this little box of treasures, even though there were still suffering, but the joys that it contained seem to please Anesidora more than anything else. There was a time when Anesidora was experimenting with some spells when it backfired and ricochet off the walls of the laboratory. There was a terrible, resonating sound that foretold the crumbling of the room and Anesidora tried to salvage as many precious items as she can from it. One of the items, happened to be the little box of treasures. She had gotten out just in time before the laboratory walls came falling apart and would have killed her instantly were she to stay in.
Saddened by the devastation, Anesidora turned to her little box of treasures. "Perhaps, it would give me some joy," she thought.
She inserted the special key and turned the lock. Only, to her surprise, it did not open as it usually does. Perplexed, she tried to turn the key again and again. It did not open. She cried, "Oh, box of treasures! Are you affected by the failed spell too?"
So comes the trials for Anesidora to open the box. She had tried to prying it open, hammering it, throwing it against the cold hard wall, and even the spells that she knew could work on any type of lock. Alas, it was futile. Not a dent was on the box, save for small scratches after what has been done to it. Truly, the box could only be opened by the special key. And oh, what horror to Anesidora that the special key could not work any more!
Day after day, Anesidora tried opening the little box of treasures with the key, hoping that one day the enchantment would return and the box would open. But day after day, there was only the click of the turn, but not the opening of the box. Anesidora was devastated, but she kept on trying.
One night, Anesidora returned to the little box as usual and examined it pensively. For a long time, the box has given her wealth beyond her imagination. This time, the box was giving her more sorrow. The inability to open it saddened her more than the devastation of her laboratory. Had the enchantment fail because of her experiments? Or was it already the maximum that the box could give her? With a heavy heart, she took the box in her hands and walked to the nearby window. She bundled the special key with the little box and threw it out the window, which fell into the river which carried it away, far away from her.
Perhaps this little box of treasures, would open up to a different person to share what it was to give. Or perhaps, if there ever was fate for her, she would find the little box of treasures again, to enjoy the wealth it was ready to give.
And she closed her eyes, to melt the sadness away. Then she turned and headed to rebuild her laboratory again.
Is bullshit.
Not now. I'm just not ready.
I keep wanting to turn back. Can't tell if I'm being stupid.
Jokes we make together can actually hurt sometimes. I pretend the hurt isn't there, but it dangles itself in front of me and laughs because it knows I can't reach out to it and swipe it away.
Then sometimes, there's this look he gives me. I don't understand. I have lost the ability to read his facial expressions. That long stare, with no smiles. Was he missing me or was he just wondering if I was coping well?
And people said I look strong or that I seem to be coping well. I've successfully fooled them. It was just me putting back the bricks of my defences, one by one, only to hide inside that fort to just curl up and shut my eyes real tight when a canon hits.
Being friends with an ex feels like the story isn't over yet. Like when one fantastic blockbuster movie comes out and people anticipate a sequel. Then the waiting game. Will or will not there be a sequel?
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