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Her shadow hovered over what was once her beautiful golden safe.
Now all that's left is dust, ash, and shattered pieces of gems.
The footsteps of the thief were, indeed, recognizable,
Yet, his cruel visit was unpredictable.
Walking back and forth,
Huffing and puffing too,
She carried the remains of her safe unwillingly as her tears soaked her face.

The shadow only increased, day by day, slowly destroying her.
Light was barely found; all her bright gems were diminished.
There only lay the pond of her tears, suffering, regrets, and a portrait of the thief
Whom she always called her lover
She reached the picture and allowed her fingers to run freely
Across his rosy cheeks, his hair as dark as night, and his deceiving eyes.

For months, he faked cordiality;
He falsified his treachery with his words and lips
He faked altruism and the concern he had for her.
Yet she kept rewarding him with sympathy,
Trust, secrets, and affection.
Her voice was as sweet as honey, and her smile was always serene
Her hand had always firmly gripped his during dates and dances,
She said pleasing things to the thief and never turned her back.
The chances she gave were infinite in hopes he wouldn't hurt her again.

She believed in the fairytales where kindness was the key
In transforming a villain
Or fixing a conflict
And leading to the entrance of 'Happily Ever After'
She even gave the thief the key to her safe,
To all her valuable gems
Which she treasured all of her life; she never gave it to anyone.
Nor did she give away her secrets
She thought her lover could handle such personality and information
That he'd only use the key and the power he possessed for good.

Regretfully, she suffered
Seeing her safe destroyed and replaced by grief,
Humiliation, embarrassment, and shadows.
She cried bitterly, realizing that too much kindness
Lead her to be vulnerable to trickery, exposure
And a new world of distrust and disappointment
Where she hid in the darkness,
Preserving the bits of strength left inside of her.

Until she hears a startling buzz
Coming from her lonely bed
Did she successfully maintain her self-control
And her reputation of everlasting kindness.
But hearing the thief on the other end
With his request for a final chance,
She lost all of her forbearances
And screamed pure insults in a wave of fury.
Realizing immediately what she has done,
She hung up and sank to her feet.
She clutched her broken heart,
Which once held her precious gems
A wave of guilt weighed her down
When she realized how unkind she had been.
She did nothing after but curl up in a ball
As she glanced at the first glass she ever cracked.