She'd locked herself from the world into a shell. She wouldn't let it open and sat idle there, but a with a turmoil of emotions within the realms of her mind.
She often heard a knock on the shell. The thing would exclaim it was positivity and good will. And she'd never open the shell to it. Not that she couldn't, but she didn't want to.
But it never gave up. It was relentless in its resolve. It kept knocking and she grew fed up of it. Yet she refused to opened up.
Then one day when she opened her eyes, she found she'd fallen asleep in someone's arms. She looked up and saw Him. He was smiling. It was Him. He brushed her hair off her forehead and kissed it.
Once again, the knocking resumed. But now, she wanted to open up. Now they wanted to open up.
He pushed open the shell and finally, a bright ball of white light covered the entire shell from within and lifted it up into the clear morning sky. When they opened their eyes next, they were nestled into each other's arms, safe and sound, and happy.
The shell had vanished.
Now they had opened themselves and herself to a beautiful world where they belonged. Together.
They gazed at the sunrise reflected over the deep and vast ocean.
They belonged to each other. They belonged to this world. Their world.
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