Sunlight hit her almost harder than any of the hits her brother had planted across her skin. It was almost even more painful, in a delightful way of course. She hadn’t seen sunlight for a very long time, she had been dying to get just a glimpse of it during her time in that room. She would press her cheeks closer to the walls so that maybe she would feel the sun caress her skin one more time, one last time before life slipped out of her.

Every day was her last, that was how she had lived her days. Dreaming herself away into a place where sunlight doesn’t sting your eyes the way it did the day her dream finally came true. No, the sunlight she dreamt of would softly caress her cheeks with warmth and love. Because that was what the sun was, she thought. The sun loved mankind so, would it stay further away it would leave them freezing to death, would it stay closer he would watch them burn. Instead, he would stay at a perfect distance in order to keep his beloved alive and well. Enough to provide them with warmth when in need, to keep the cold from clenching their hearts.

As her feet met the grass for the first time in what seemed like a lifetime, her feet were unfamiliar with the ticklish surface. She’d immediately feel the gooseskin adorn her whole body at once. She liked it still, she remembered loving the beauty of nature during her younger days.
Nowhere would she be found by anyone, for she knew every path, every tree, every tiny grass that decorated her kingdom.
She was safe there.

Melancholy started to fill every inch of her being as she carefully made her way a few steps into her long lost kingdom, looking everywhere her eyes could possibly reach from where she stood, using a hand to protect her fragile eyes from the sun’s love.
Age had poisoned the whole place.
Her heart stopped for a moment - nothing was the same. Sure it was the same oak that guarded her village, she heard the creek that ran through it with it’s chilly concistency, and sure the breeze had a familiar scent to it.
But no longer did the oak cast a shadow upon her, a shadow that would remind her of the silent promise of protection it would provide her.
No longer would the creek play alongside her as she raced the leaves down the meadows, no magic there was left there.
She didn’t even have to look at the creek to understand that something’s changed. 
No longer would the wind brush through her hair the days she felt unbeatable. Only a cold reminder of a force that could easily cut your skin if it wanted to. 
Danger.
It was everywhere.

She sank down to the cold ground, hands covering her head as to shut out reality as reality shut her out. Her kingdom was no longer hers, the crown which she cherished would be too fond of the touch of her beloved sun, and melt on her skin, creating wounds that not even time would change.

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Liten drabble om en berättelse jag har, om en flicka vid namn Klaudine, som var inlåst av sin äldre bror i tio år. Har inte rört den här berättelsen mer än vad jag skrivit ovan. Behöver lite mer tid för den tror jag.
Ville skriva mer man förlorade inspirationen efter några minuter. What to do, liksom.

du skriver verkligen super fint! hemsk story, men fint skrivet.