There was no answer of course. The statue was a statue, a mere hunk of stone that could not reply to her or offer any support or comfort.
"What have you done to deserve such cruelty? Rachael asked the stone figure, as she traced her fingers along the intricate beauty of his face.
"What have you done to deserve such cruelty? " She asked, her hand gently touching the bruised skin on his cold stony wrist.
There was something about the way his cold features looked at her in a way that she could not bear. The concern in his eyes, the pain and sorrow etched onto his features.
"Life has been partial, hasn't it? " She spoke. "What crime warranted this type of punishment?" Her question only elicited more silence from the thousands of thoughts that lingered within her.
"Am I crazy?" Rachael took a step back from the statue and held her beating heart. She had never seen anything like it. "Am I losing my mind?" Her gaze met the stone-cold statue whose gaze bared his tortured soul to her for the first time.
Rachael dropped the glowing plant on the floor and quickly embraced the stone statue, enveloping her and the statuesque in darkness. Something in him titled the balance in her heart. She wanted him to speak.
Even if he did not answer her questions, the fact that she was there would be enough for now. Rachael needed to hear his voice. She wanted to reassure him that he was not alone in this terrible existence.
Nonetheless, the girl continued to speak, pouring out the story of her captivity and the brutal mistreatment she had suffered at the hands of her captors.
She told the statue everything – about the long, horrible nights of fear and loneliness, about the way the shadows seemed to press in closer around her with each passing day. Rachael explained how the hopelessness and despair of her situation had slowly eaten away at her soul, leaving her with nothing but a hollow, aching emptiness inside.
And as she spoke, she felt something stirring within her – something that had lain dormant for so long that she had almost forgotten it existed. It was a sense of connection and understanding, a feeling that there was someone out there – even if it was just a stone statue – who knew exactly what she was going through.
Rachael spoke on, her words turning from lamentations to pleas for help, begging the statue to somehow free her from her captivity, to offer her some glimmer of hope in the darkness that surrounded her.
She spoke with a raw, unbridled emotion that shook her to the core, tears streaming down her face as the horrible reality of her life came crashing down around her.
And still, the statue remained silent, its cold stone features unmoved and uncaring. But even in its silence, the girl felt a strange sense of comfort and companionship.
For in this stone figure, she had found a kindred spirit – someone who, like her, had suffered greatly at the hands of the world. And in this connection, she found a renewed strength and resilience – a flicker of the flame of hope that she thought had long since gone out.
The girl continued to speak for hours, pouring out her heart, and soul to the statue in the hopes that it would somehow hear her cries and respond.
And though the statue remained silent, the girl felt her sorrow and despair slowly giving way to something else – something that felt like a strange, faint glimmer of light piercing through the darkness of her captivity.
It was not much, but it was enough.
And as she stood there, lost in sorrowful dialogue with this cold and unfeeling stone statue, the girl knew that she would find the strength to continue – no matter what horrors the world might throw her way.
After Rachael was done with all her rambling, she held the face of the stone figure and smiled.
Without thinking, she leaned in and pressed her lips to the cold statue's lips. She felt a sudden rush of emotion as if her sorrows had been lifted from her shoulders and absorbed into the statue.
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