Story Of Side Dish And The Dancing Aurora

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They placed me beside them just a side dish. Never meant to be part of their main course, never meant to be in their real life. Every time I tried to walk away, they’d do whatever it took to keep me. Not because they loved me, but to make sure I never became someone else’s main dish.
When the sun was shining, I sat quietly, watching them laugh and celebrate with people who truly mattered to them.
But when the rain poured, they’d come to me for shelter, offering nothing but scraps from a party I was never invited to.
When I tried to disappear, to focus on myself, they’d check in, only to make sure I was still alone. They were happy, as long as I stayed invisible.
At first, people came into my life, knocking on my door with promises and stars in their hands. Sometimes they came like stray cats, wounded and scarred.
I knew I shouldn’t open that door, but I was hurting too. Maybe I thought they’d heal me…
maybe I hoped they would stay.
But I was wrong. They came only to unload their burdens, leaving their weight on me while they walked away lighter. I opened the door anyway.
And with it came illusions, the dancing aurora, the thousand stars…
But it was all a lie. What followed was not light, but a black hole swallowing every star I had left. My journey turned into a never-ending night.
Dark. Cold. Alone. Waiting for a dawn that may never come.
They say stars shine brightest in the darkest skies, but mine?
Mine were devoured by the black hole you created. Gone, with all the promises you never meant to keep.
I never asked you to come into my life. You were the one who stepped in. Then you made rules in a home that wasn’t yours.
How could you expect me to follow them?
I gave you my whole life. You gave me only fragments of yours, and most of those were broken.
Tell me, is that fair?
You wanted me to stay, but only at your doorstep. Just a side dish in the feast of your life.
But that’s okay. I don’t blame you entirely. I blame myself, for opening the door. For letting you in.
But let me leave you with this: When you leave a dish out too long, what was once harmless can become poison. And this side dish? Might just leave a bitter taste in your life forever.
The stars are gone. My colors have faded. The aurora, once dancing beautifully, has turned into a storm (Aurora, after all, is just a beautiful mask for the solar storm.)
Now, my life is gray. Depression shadows me. Anxiety is wide awake.
You left me to fight alone, stripped of strength, robbed of light. You took all I had to give, and left me unarmed for the battle.
Yes, I’m still fighting. I always do. But I’m human. And even warriors grow tired. The wounds run deep. The betrayals drain me. My chances grow smaller with every battle.
They say you can’t win them all. Maybe they’re right.
So here I am.
Sitting in silence, waiting for time to run out, because I already used all my extra time.
Final score: 0–4 after extra time.
This is the battle I lost.
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