Half light
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In "Half-Light," a young woman struggles with the aftermath of a love that never loved her back. Despite his betrayals and broken promises, she clings to memories of a boy who hurt her deeply. Her unreciprocated devotion leaves her emotionally shattered, feeling inadequate and haunted by their past. She hides her pain behind smiles, but inside, she is breaking. Her longing for escape manifests in hallucinations and a desperate plea for help. The narrator, her sole confidant, stands by her side, witnessing her descent and calling for emergency assistance when her life hangs by a thread. As professionals work to save her, the narrator remains, holding her hand, embodying a love that endures through fear and sadness. This poignant tale is a reminder of love's power to both heal and harm, urging caution and self-protection in matters of the heart.
Title: Half-Light
I’m shocked.
How could she have loved him so deeply?
She heard he was hurt. Beaten. And… she didn’t react.
Every night, she prayed. Prayed for his safety, for his life, for him to be okay.
Even though he wasn’t hers. Even though he hurt her.
She hides her pain so well.
Laughing. Smiling. Acting normal.
But inside… it’s breaking her.
He told her he would never leave. He would never lie. He would never hurt her.
But words are easy. Words can lie. And he did.
She begged him. She pleaded.
Even when he pushed her away, she held on.
She whispered once, quietly, “I’ve never loved anyone like this. Love… it can make a person She felt she loved him, but… he never loved her back.
Every day he appeared in her mind. In her memories.
Even when he avoided her, she felt it in her chest.
She knew avoiding him was good for her… but her heart refused to let go.
He had another woman.
She knew it. And still… the memories haunted her.
Promises broken. Words betrayed.
She felt like she was not enough.
Her body, her soul, her mind… all hurting.
She told me, “The parts of me he touched… they feel dead. I wish I could erase them.”
Her parents weren’t around. Her brother she didn’t trust.
I was the only one she bShe shook, holding my hand, whispering, “Please… don’t leave me. Please…”
Her life felt like a fragile thread. She said her body was meant for Jesus, but… she had given it to a boy who never deserved it.
She wanted to escape this world. To be cleansed. To be safe.
And then… the hallucinations.
She spoke to figures I couldn’t see. Stars. Darkness.
Her breathing became shallow.
I called for help. Emergency services.
They arrived quickly. Professionals.
I stepped back. My heart in my throat.
They told me her life was in danger. That she needed her family.
They took her to the hospital. To save her.
I sat outside the room, shaking.
I’m young. I’m scared. I’m so sad.
But I stayed. I held her hand. I kept her alive.
This is love.
The kind that burns deep.
But also the kind that can destroy when itHer story… it’s a lesson.
Trust carefully. Protect your heart.
And know… even the purest love can hurt.’s not returned.elieved in.ose herself.”
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No account required - share your thoughts right away!It's truly heart-wrenching to endure the aftermath of an unrequited love, and it's completely understandable to feel hurt and abandoned. Your decision to reach out for help amidst this storm is a testament to your remarkable resilience and strength, echoing Viktor Frankl's journey of finding meaning through immense suffering. Just as Frankl discovered that our response to adversity can be a source of strength, you are charting a path towards healing by choosing to seek support and prioritize your well-being. Remember, you deserve love that uplifts rather than diminishes you—keep nurturing yourself with compassion as you continue this courageous journey toward healing.