Ten Years A Prisoner, Now Free

was a single tear traci

een a prison, a vessel for a consciousness trapped in a silent, b

r was mine.

my bed. His face, once the cente

w the

ispered, his v

dress made of a shimmering, iridescent fabric I didn't recog

id quickly, her tone dismissive. "T

ing horror, or perhaps, guilt. He reached out, his hand shaking, a

confession a poison whispered into my ear. "If it weren't for th

darkness of my coma, I had heard them. I h

that burned, cosmetics that left my face scarred and tight. I was her human mannequin, a silent canvas for her ambition.

wealth I had built with my own two hands as an architect, to fund Emily's reckless ventures

ade her a star. He held her hand on a stage lit by my money and called her his

consciousness in my eyes,

cerity. "Emily is so close to a major breakthrough. This last one... it's fo

as worthless. His promi

for sorrow. It was for rage. A cold, hard

tear I would e

iller's celebrated design studio. It

e lit up the night sky, a sig

was the last