Outside of the window things where an uproar, but inside it was rose pink with the smell of jasmine oils.
She longed to be outside with the dark clouds in the sky, flying. But she was not allowed the freedom, she was entrapped, and it hurt so much.

The hope of one day being out there with him kept her alive. It kept her flying in her mind. She hoped they wouldn’t kill him, for she would have no dreams anymore. The things in life that once mattered no longer did, it was all about him.

She laied down to sleep in her luxurious and uncomfortable bed. She awoke with the blankets on the floor, covered in sweat, she squinted for sake of better sight. She thought she saw a shadow, but who could it be?

Her window was open, she got out of bed and went to go shut it, someone grabbed her by her waist before she could turn around and look.

“Shh, don’t be scared. Im going to get you out of here, even if it gets me killed.”