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The Great Disappointment

Some secrets are best kept buried, dusty as old bones. This she said over and over to herself in her head. She couldn’t help but feel betrayed. The one person that she had learned to love and trust, was the one to hurt her. Why couldn’t he understand that some things mean so much to her? Something so little that may seem miniscule to him may mean the world to her. He said it was useless. Pointless. Meaningless. Something just for fun. But really, it wasn’t to her. It was something beautiful. Something that she could pour all her emotion into, and have him understand with just a glance. Just a touch, and not a single word spoken. A creation of her own.
How is it that he could not see how it affected her? She wept, screamed, and cursed, yet she couldn’t find the words to explain how she felt. Just a picture, just a touch, a single sound was all she could think of. Sentience is not a gift everyone is presented with, and she understood that. There was no way she could expect him to understand what she felt. She felt so guilty of this disappointment so deep, it cut her in two. Some secrets are best kept buried, dusty as old bones.