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"We were given: Two hands to hold. To legs to walk. Two eyes to see. Two ears to listen. But why only one heart? Because the other was given to someone else. For us to find." - Anon
Tess used to believe in true love, the concept that somewhere out there, everyone had that one special person they were meant to be with. It got her through her childhood, the fantasy of a white knight in shining armour coming to rescue her and take her away to a beautiful castle where she'd never have to worry about anything else ever again.
She even thought she found it, once. There was a white knight and a whole new world she barely even new existed. She was swept off her feet in a whirlwind of parties and the kind of romance you only read about in books. For the first time in her life, Tess could have anything she wanted. She was happy.
And then it ended almost as abruptly as it had started. Her knight left without a word and all those friends she'd thought she'd made, the world she thought she belonged to, they didn't seem to want her around when it was just her. It had hurt more than she thought it would, but she moved on. Nobody gets it right the first time. Hardly.
Then it happened again. A new knight and a new world for her to become familiar with, but Tess was more leery this time around. It helped that the knight was unavailable, but after a while, she couldn't help it. He made her feel special, important, that she was someone worth spending time on and with. That he cared, even if he didn't love. It was enough and Tess was almost happy again.
And then it ended. Badly. The knight didn't leave, but instead betrayed everything he'd make her think not only about him, but about herself as well. It had hurt. It had hurt and it still does because he'd made her believe. He'd made her think she mattered.
Tess knows better now. There isn't anyone out there for her, especially not now. Not with what she's become. She's not here to be loved, let alone even cared for, she's just here to be used. She has a job to do, people to help. Nothing more, nothing less. And most of the time she's perfectly okay with that.
Most of the time.
Tess used to believe in true love, the concept that somewhere out there, everyone had that one special person they were meant to be with. It got her through her childhood, the fantasy of a white knight in shining armour coming to rescue her and take her away to a beautiful castle where she'd never have to worry about anything else ever again.
She even thought she found it, once. There was a white knight and a whole new world she barely even new existed. She was swept off her feet in a whirlwind of parties and the kind of romance you only read about in books. For the first time in her life, Tess could have anything she wanted. She was happy.
And then it ended almost as abruptly as it had started. Her knight left without a word and all those friends she'd thought she'd made, the world she thought she belonged to, they didn't seem to want her around when it was just her. It had hurt more than she thought it would, but she moved on. Nobody gets it right the first time. Hardly.
Then it happened again. A new knight and a new world for her to become familiar with, but Tess was more leery this time around. It helped that the knight was unavailable, but after a while, she couldn't help it. He made her feel special, important, that she was someone worth spending time on and with. That he cared, even if he didn't love. It was enough and Tess was almost happy again.
And then it ended. Badly. The knight didn't leave, but instead betrayed everything he'd make her think not only about him, but about herself as well. It had hurt. It had hurt and it still does because he'd made her believe. He'd made her think she mattered.
Tess knows better now. There isn't anyone out there for her, especially not now. Not with what she's become. She's not here to be loved, let alone even cared for, she's just here to be used. She has a job to do, people to help. Nothing more, nothing less. And most of the time she's perfectly okay with that.
Most of the time.
