She is Free

She is Free
Inspired by a dear friend

He didn't understand what was happening. 

The wretched heart was turning gold. 

Carefully, he turned the crystal clear, glass heart over in his hands. It had taken him years and years of work to get the clear whiteness of innocence to slowly change into gray. Another several years took the gray to black. All the while he had worked tirelessly at the stupid girl's mind. Whispering in her ear, weaving her dreams, placing longing's in her heart. When the glass heart turned completely black, he cried out with glee, immediately setting out to celebrate.

But he had acted too soon.

Gold. The color of the sky when the glaring sun made it's appearance in the mornings. This was the one color he never wanted to see in the little glass heart.

Gold.

He certainly wasn't doing it. He quickly turned to the girl's mind and could do nothing but gape. All the lies, all the dreams he had taken great care to place in her mind, they were all unraveling like someone taking apart a tapestry.

The girl wasn't alone. No, far from it!

The presence burnt at his skin, and blinded his eyes, wretched music pierced his ears. He quickly went to work and began to try and savior what he could of his web that was now burning away before him. But all the blasted girl wanted was more of the gold light. 

More of Him.

As he worked desperately he watched the glass heart, still in his hand, as more of the light ate away at the darkness that he had created. Faster than he thought possible, there wasn't a shadow of darkness left!

No! She was free!

He grasped the fragile thing and threw it as far from him as possible, hoping to break it in the process.

To his horror, the moment before it would break into a thousand pieces beyond repair, another caught it.

He met the other's eyes and growled with hate and loathing.
"Go." The other commanded. "You're work is finished here. She is free."