Ella

She was a normal girl, with a normal job,
a normal family from a normal neighborhood. Who wanted normal things for her life; a normal future, that nests in anyone's dream. Until she learns to fly and disappears, cursed winter day when under a blanket of frozen stars
that someone brought down from the sky on the ground her soul already fades away. Everything started turning gray long ago, when Satan in the skin of that guy became unfortunately part of her daily life.

But he didn't settle for ruining the relationship that united them, no, it wasn't enough for him. His nonexistent patience without reasons ran out, and of course, he had to show his manhood by punishing body and mind of the woman who loved him. She felt guilty for having that unforgettable memory in her head that flooded her being with sadness. For not being able to go back to that yesterday, when the harshness with which he mistreated her didn't exist yet, when she was still a child who didn't have to know.

No, the anguish that anguishes you would leave her joy after losing her smile, self-love, and being able to look in the mirror to see her beautiful face and feel pretty again, defend with sword and cape her vital space, even at the cost of falling into a violent abyss. Her moral integrity even at the risk of perishing in that same attempt. Still, she kept doing it until she knew that so much evil would eventually defeat her.

She was a goddess for gods, she was a muse for poets. She was the moon of my nights, she was the one who made me achieve goals. She was the reason for my fight, she was my utopia, my chimera. It was thanks to her that people listen to me now, the first thing I thought of every day was her.

She was sunk, immersed in a mental conflict, so much that the opaque glass through which she observed her life prevented her from contemplating her future options. Find out which would be the least harsh path to overcome that insurmountable wall, for which to climb from the deepest part of that hateful dark well. In which sadness plunged her to the surface of that world she assumed, illuminated by a sunny day she saw.

Unable to fight, anchored in agony, and almost without realizing it, she found herself wrapped in a cold white blanket. That brought more problems, that isolated her from others, and that made the enigmas that adorned her skin in the past only sweet honey compared to the ones her mind left engraved as emblems. She tried to drown her sorrows in alcohol, party nights that connected one sunset with another.

She believed she had control, but only her mind; her mind responded if she received the daily dose that submerged her again in that jar of formaldehyde, which kept her on that blocked path and destroyed her. She decided to throw everything in the trash and fix it quickly, as the only cure required a willpower she no longer had to gather if she allowed her soul to depart so her body could sleep forever under a tombstone. That decision was not valid, but it was almost impossible to overcome it was true.

She was a goddess for gods, she was a muse for poets. She was the moon of my nights, she was the one who made me achieve goals. She was the reason for my fight, she was my utopia, my chimera. It was thanks to her that people listen to me now, the first thing I thought of every day was her.

She was very close to disappearing, she fell and no one believed she could get up on her own and walk without depending on what complicates her life. Move forward and defend that recovering explains how easy it is to fall and how difficult it is to make that desert bloom, when the pleasure of having everything that being a happy girl implies has died.

The arrival of a winged angel, the predicted salvation for her. Having a friend by her side again, has caused her emotional state to change, even her aesthetics. That her vision of life so pathetic has turned into a cheerful viewing of all the essences her mind has brought out, of all the experiences she has enjoyed on her skin, and thus collect memories of the past.

And without almost stirring the bad already forgotten, with passion to return the good that has been taken away from her on each occasion when she could start to grow, to never fall again into the wrong desire before losing contact with that person, thanks to whom empty smiles of illusions and joys had been recovered. And so the relationship passed, it ended, even the contact was lost. This angel, without knowing why, saw how suddenly his love vanished. A gray and cloudy sky appeared again, while the reflection of his light in the distance remained, and from the sweet aroma of his fragrance, impregnated in every room, this song was born.