She carried all that she is in hundreds of chains around her neck. She walks as if nothing bothers her, but draws an air of isolation about her. Pushing away those she cares for, the foundations of her life, she begins to falter. She goes to work and goes home, her life spinning in tune with the sad songs she listens to in her car.
Alone at work, she toils for meaningless hours for meaningless people who never tried to understand her. Alone at home, she sits at her computer, looking over the pictures of the ones she pushed away. Her tears fall to the ground instead of when someone was there to wipe them from her face.
She waited and waited, never finding the one she needed. She saw the people she pushed away grow happy in their lives, while she stood alone. . .until he came. He swept her off her feet and she lost herself in his embrace. The chains around her neck shattered at his touch and he wiped away the tears that stood, not for sadness, but for happiness.
One day she stopped showing at work and her apartment was empty. The few people that still knew her searched for her, but they could not find her. They went to his house to see if he knew, but it was empty and a swinging for sale sign stood in the lawn. They left the night before, they left to start a new life. She was finally free. She was finally happy. They lived happily ever after.
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