Secrets
Have you ever had a dream that you fufilled to the best of your ability and then someone told another and it crashed down around your ears? Not many have. Here's a story about one person who's dream died at their fingertips. That's all the begining I'm going to give it.
She went down one last time to see the work of years and her home, before she destroyed it. Her whole childhood had been spent planning a place like this, and now that she knew the truth, it had to be destroyed. Such a shame, the dream had been perfect. She trudged up to the ladder, carrying the last lamp in her left hand. She looked up to see the night sky, and then back down at the tunnels. No, maybe it wasn't the right time yet, she thought. She decided to leave the lamp and wander back in. She didn't need the light, he knew the place by heart. Ah yes, here was the first room, her nitch in the corner where she had slept. This was her favorite room, she and Dorian had made it thinking that it would be the only room. She left slowly, as always, wishing she didn't have to go. The next room was on her right, she didn't want to go in there. That was the one place she'd only go in with Dorian, and now that he was dead... She moved on quickly to the next of the cavern rooms. She realized when she entered that it was the boys' dorm. When had the boys left? She wandered. What would those poor boys do now, blind as mole rats? She felt the emptyness left by their absense and so moved on. It was the dining hall on her left that pulled her in next, the one that Dorian had insisted they build as soon as all the boys arrived. Boy, that had been messy, she remembered. All that dirt that they had to shovel out. The hall streched before her as she came out. It was a shame that the table hadn't been movable. She realized that down the rest of the hall, all she could see was more guest rooms and then the crypt. The boys had always wondered out loud, how many people had died to execute her goal. Only Dorian, she could say easily. Only her love. She walked up the hallway towards the ladder, deciding not to stop again in her alcove. Instead, she picked up the lantern and climbed up ten or so feet. The guard was waiting for her, and he handed the orange-suited woman a shovel. She supposed it was a just punishment, to live the rest of her life filling the caves and tunnels with a mountain of dirt that the city had purchaced for that purpose. She was immune to the havoc that people were making of her case as she slowly and laboriusly pushed one shovelful of dirt into the hole after another. Their claims of kidnapping and blinding twenty boys and killing her husband fell on deaf ears. The woman did not belive them, her cause had been right. They had all been one big happy family. And yes, she thought, Dorain was dead, but he was never my husband. If only. The shovel got steadily heavyer until a headline read one day, "Woman convict dies after many years of labor". She fell into the hole as she died and the city got a bulldozer to finish the job.
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