Attachment.

Attachment

She has pretended to be a witch, a princess, a spy, and many more as a child. Always someone else, someone you don't normally meet on the streets of her local city. Truth is, she has always classified herself to be the type to be attached to fictional characters. For some reason, she has. She tries to live in their world, tries to live in their story and she even tries to become their personification. Another thing is, she falls in love with the characters in her books and movies. Her knights, dukes and lawyers. She's already thinking that perhaps some people think her mad for being that way. But then where else shall she gather her strength from? She has no siblings of her own. Her cousins are too far away, busy with their lives. And she is alone. Isolated. She is afraid to interfere with the lives of others. She thinks that she will only come a burden if she does so. And so, she clings to the stories that surround her. She holds on to them, she tries to see people she loves in them, those whom she hates and she tries to visualize who she is in these stories. Because perhaps, without these imaginary characters, she will have no other basis on whom to act like. She will be lonelier that she already is. Maybe she looks absurd, pretending to talk to them whilst she is alone, and maybe it makes her look pathetic, maybe it makes her happy. Maybe it makes her happy to see characters that she's invested most of her life have better lives than her. Sadly, this attachment is only until the story goes on. Because when the story closes on the character she is so bewitched by, it is another matter. A matter filled with tears and pain that can never be brought to an end as quick as a swish of a wand.