SHE RAN

She remembered what it felt like to be seen. That’s when the void cracked open

She had grown used to the silence from within.

It used to be filled with red, green, blue, and orange. She adored those days.

But the years passed, and the colors began to fade. So slowly, so subtly, she didn’t notice.

Until one day, there was nothing.
Just quiet. Just dark. Just… empty.

She hadn’t realized the void was there until a chance encounter cracked her open. It was brief. Barely a few words. But somehow, it slipped through. It filled the gaps with a warmth she thought she’d forgotten how to receive. She had spent so long convinced she no longer needed anyone, no longer needed that kind of seeing.

She was wrong.

The realization came not as a revelation, but a wound. And with it came the most dangerous feeling of all: hope. The kind that makes you aware of the hollow. The kind that reminds you how much you once wanted to be whole.

Vulnerable. Exposed. Uncertain.
She did the only thing she knew.

She ran.