"Such a pretty girl"
It was all the same. They were all the same. All smiles and sweetness until they ate up all the kindness and nothing was left. Oh she was a pretty thing. Long and lean and so eager to please. A doll that mirrored her lovers and became what they wanted. But they would take her and leave her, again and again. She was a pretty doll. An exotic one.
But she wasn’t marriage material.
She didn’t let herself dwell on that. Life was meant for fun and vivacity. But always came the doubt. She was good enough to be touched and played with. Countless hands discovering secrets and playing until they grew bored and left the doll.
And they always left it behind.
The doll didn’t cry. Oh it had once tried to keep them close. To love them and cherish each one. But it soon realized it just meant pain. Suffering. It tore out it’s damaged heart and locked it away. Safe and sound and far away from prying eyes as it played with the ones who looked at it with eager attentions.
But one day the doll met someone who saw the grime from countless hands and the person hidden behind the mirror. He tore away the mirror and looked at the person beneath. And she saw his without the glass to protect her. In that moment her heart was lost.
Without ever touching her, he mended the fragile doll. Others had been careless and left her chipped; damaged. He simply treated her as though she were alive. He never played with her though. She was a toy and she always would be, but she slowly realized that all he saw was still the same as the others.
He had broken her the way nothing else had. A careless motion had sent her crashing to the ground, shattering as only a porcelain doll could.