:sparkles: Breaking Free||March WW Entry :sparkles:

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sʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜɪs ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʜᴀʟғ ᴀɴᴅ ʜᴇ ᴡᴀs ʜᴇʀ ᴍɪssɪɴɢ ʜᴀʟғ. ᴘᴏʟᴀʀ ᴏᴘᴘᴏsɪᴛᴇs, ʏᴇᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʀɪɢʜᴛ ғᴏʀ ᴇᴀᴄʜ ᴏᴛʜᴇʀ. ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴡᴇʀᴇ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ғɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴄᴇ. ᴀʟᴛʜᴏᴜɢʜ... ᴏɴᴇ ᴡᴏᴜʟᴅ ɢᴇᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛ ᴏɴᴇ ᴅᴀʏ, ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ɪs ᴡʜʏ ʏᴏᴜ ɴᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴘᴜᴛ ғɪʀᴇ ᴀɴᴅ ɪᴄᴇ ᴛᴏɢᴇᴛʜᴇʀ...

She was laying on the cold tile floor of the palace, sobs could be heard coming from her. She felt broken, disappointed, ashamed and oblivious. How could she fall for the man's tricks and games? How could she let him play with her heart, as if it was some toy? As if she was a toy to him. Thoughts crossed into her mind, thoughts where she kept questioning if he really cared all along. Her heart ached as her mind kept flooding with depressing thoughts. She felt like her heart was about to snap into little fragments, or just completely disintegrate into nothing. Purple's emotions were toyed with harshly, like they didn't matter at all. He left her broken, not able to recover from the marks he made. In her head, memories of when he was loving and caring played over and over again like a broken record. Her eyes were glassy, tears forming in them in a matter of seconds. She gripped her arm, as she began to cry silently. How could she continue to submit to his demands? Especially when all he would do is put her down. Purple would never be able to truly break free from his grasp if she didn't stand up to the man.

She didn't even realize it, but she was in a toxic relationship. She was being more than used all for the purpose of his entertainment. It hurt the other diamond's heart's to see one of their beloved own crumble apart. Her eyes were all red and puffy, as if she's been crying for hours. Purple was gradually shattering, her heart practically already gone. She ed when she met Gold, how loving he was and how ive he acted. It was all a facade to fool Purple into loving someone so cruel and ruthless. Someone who wanted Purple to remain crestfallen and to be in control of her. He wanted her damaged, he wanted her under his control for him to be able to mess with her. Purple stood up, walking to sit in the nearest chair. A soft knock on Purple's door came out of nowhere, as Purple whipped around to see Sapphire Diamond. Purple had visible tear streams on her cheeks, Saph noticed it quick as she ran to hug her. Saph gripped Purple tightly, "Were you thinking about Gold again? Purple you know all he does is insult you and fool you! He plays with your head! He wants you damaged, why don't you see that?!" She yelled softly. Purple nodded, she couldn't even bear to acknowledge that Saph was right. All Good would do is insult her, tell her she wasn't enough and would never meet his expectations. Only way she could please him was if she changed how she was. Saph began to rant on about Gold, it eventually got onto Purple's nerves. Her rage started to heat up, as her eyes fumed with anger. "STOP! Saph just be quiet for once! Can't you understand I'm in agony?! Just. Go." Purple screamed with venom in her voice. Each word stung Saph's heart... Who was Purple becoming? The Purple that Saph knew would never yell at her like this. Purple budged Saph out of her room, slamming the door shut afterwards. She went back to sulking, she was beginning to assume that Gold was right. That she could never meet anyone's standards or expectations. Purple was beginning to feel insecure about her true self. She wanted to change, yet she also didn't want to. At some point, Purple had to realize that to change for the better, she needed to stray away from Gold. The one who is the reason behind all of her suffering.

No matter how much she wanted to replace Gold, she just couldn't. She still loved him and wanted to run back to him, even though he put her through terrible things. It became so bad that she started having nightmares about him. He seemed to control every part of her mind. Rereading an old letter from him, she began to crumble it and throw it away. She needed to distance herself away from him. He was not going to change, she knew it. She loved him, but she knew deep down she had to leave him. Leave him to benefit herself. She couldn't love herself because of him, because of his words, because of his bad demeanor. There were days where Purple was deluded, she assumed everything he'd say to her was because she deserved it. Purple used to be submissive, but now that she learned his truth, now that she's been hurt, she's rather independent.

Purple needed to take action, she needed the satisfaction of leaving him. She craved freedom, she craved not to be tortured by his words anymore. She was metaphorically tied down to chains in her relationship. He was strong and she was weak. He knew her weaknesses, and how to use them as upper advantages to take control of her life. Purple wouldn't accede to his iniquitous demands. Then the thought of writing a letter came to her mind, the letter that would finally let her free. The moment she'll finally stand up for herself and benefit herself. Her mind filled rapidly with millions of ideas to how she should start off her letter to Gold. As soon as the ink hit the paper, her mind started giving her flashbacks. Times where she'd think little of herself, Gold's thoughts mattered a lot to her at the period of time. His thoughts of her was like an incentive to her for believing that she was never good enough. That she could never qualify or be eligible for about almost anything. All the times she would take Gold's arrogant opinion over her own. As much as she regrets to realize, she was the reason behind her suffering. She climbed onto him like a hopeless wreck. She was easily manipulated into doing his deeds. She thought he loved her, but it was never like that. It was quite the polar opposite; it took Purple months and months to finally understand. It's like the saying if walls could talk, her past self would finally see what she was getting into.

After time ed and after a long process of thinking, Purple finally came up with a letter to send. It pained her because in reality she never wanted to let go of Gold. Yet, she knew she couldn't cling onto him forever. She had to leave him if she wanted to improve. Purple had to leave him in order to love herself. Purple gulped, nervous about sending it. Therefore, she decided to proofread her letter aloud.

"It was about this time I wrote this letter to you. How could I be so blind to your acts? You must feel astonished by receiving this letter, hopefully you feel regret. You must think you're clever and cunning for tricking me. Well, you're not. I bet reading this letter makes you proud of the things you've done to me. All the pain, all the words you've said. Every time I'd believe you over myself. Every time I put you before me. Every time we said I love you... It was all for nothing, you more than know that's the truth. You know what, Gold? I don't care about you anymore, this letter is for you to see I want to break away from you. I learned how to be strong, I learned how to grow stronger. You taught me how to make my way up the ladder through tough situations, that's all I thank you for. I refuse to acknowledge the fact I still care about you. It's true, Gold. I still love you, even though all you are is a heartbreaker. That's all your life is, right? Build others up just to learn them crash and fall? It seems I'm veracious, yes? Well Gold... I don't need you to read this letter and tell me I'm wrong or tell me I'm right. I'm bigger than that, I know I'm right. You know just as much too. It's just... Something you don't like to it, all because you're afraid to be the weakling. You're frightened to be put into the place you put me in. You strive to be dominant, you strive to show you're strong when you're really not. I know you Gold, as much as you may think I don't. After what you put me through, I understand you. Yet, you're far from forgiven, you're never to be forgiven. How could I forgive someone like you? It was only time until you realized that fire and ice don't go along for a reason. One ends up hurting the other…"

"I don't believe you can comprehend the true meaning behind this letter, the reasons I'm leaving you. Gold, we're better off without each other, without this heartbreak and pain. This is it, Gold... This is my last goodbye to you, this is the last time you'll ever hear from me again. Don't expect me to run back to you, because that's the opposite from what I'd really do. After years of your venomous words, after years of you abandoning me and coming back late at night, after the years you treated me in the wrong, I've finally made my move. I've been letting you make all your moves, but it's my turn now. I want you to read this letter and feel the pain written in each and every word. Feel the emotions; the melancholy, the anger, and the burning ion of hatred. It still astonishes me that I loved you at one point in the past. I should've seen the red flags from square one. It hurts to know all my fellow diamonds warned me from the start, they cared about me and all I did was push them away. You encouraged me to push everyone I loved away from me but you. I pushed the closest people I had for someone that stabbed me in the back with an unforgettable betrayal. Who knows if they'd forgive me? I'm sure they wouldn't, who'd forgive someone who left you for someone else. It hurts Gold, it hurts so much. You don't even understand the amount of pressure and pain I'm in. I never thought it would come down this way, but I guess this is what fate had in mind for us. This has to be happening for a reason, Gold. What reason? I don't know, but there must be one that explains why you did this and why I'm writing this. We were never right for each other, it was only time until I'd figure that out. It's meant to be this way, Gold. I'm meant to leave you, to better myself. I need to leave you so I can love me. I need to love myself first before I can love anyone else. Otherwise I'd be living a life being someone I don't want to be, that's utterly miserable. I hope you get it some day. I hope you see the bright side of this letter, I hope you're willing to let me go. Sometimes we make sacrifices for those we love, and if you truly do love me and I never knew, then let me go. Let me go, Gold. I need to experience my life the way I want, without you holding me back. Without you there to bring me down each time I make a step. You need to find someone else, someone better for you. I couldn't satisfy you enough, so I wish you the best Gold. Even if you gave me pain, I still wish you luck with your life. I hope you take this letter and I hope you change for the better. We can make changes to benefit others, but sometimes the change requires something hard to do. You must understand my reasons, if you don't, I'm sorry and I don't believe you'll ever change. You're quite heartless, I hope whoever you go for next fixes you…

"Sincerely, Purple."

Purple looked at the letter, she sighed as she realized it was time. She knew at this moment, this is the way it was meant to be. She'd never love herself if she was with him. He'd never change his ways, he'd never stop what he does. It's all he's known in his life; fake love. Her heart aches softly, she knew she still cared for him. No matter what he did, she still cared. She needed to find a way to break her attachment to him and this letter was the way. She knew deep down, she'd miss Gold. Yet, sometimes the heart can't get what it wants. Sometimes it's best to go with your head instead of your heart. Thinking more out of logic then out of your feelings. That's what Purple did, and it changed her for the better.

It may have changed Purple for the better, but it didn't change Gold for the better. As soon as he got the letter, it tore him right into pieces. Purple got exactly what she wanted, for him to feel all of her emotions put into that one letter. He did, and it hit him rough. It was as if he got shot in the heart, that's how much it hurt him. Fresh, hot tears fell down his cheeks. It burned against his skin as he ached in pain, he missed Purple tremendously. Yet, realization hit Gold. He was glad Purple could be happier without him, she would change for the better. She was better off without him holding her down from her true potential. She would love herself better. After all, Purple needed to break away in the end. That's how their story was supposed to go, not a happy ending to it...

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Hello! This is my March writing warp entry!! I hope y'all like the story, it's a bit about Purple's past. She didn't have such a great past, and I'll be explaining further in future stories! Thanks for reading! Comment below what you think, it means the world to me :revolving_hearts: :sparkles:

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