Walking down the street, holding it close to her chest, making sure that no one else sees it. Making sure no one else notices what shes carry, carries almost as though it held her very life. Every corner she turns shes afraid, afraid that someone will take it, that they'll be able to get to her inner most feelings and thoughts and that they will be able to get the key. The key that goes to the lock that she wears on her at all times, protecting herself. Not letting herself feel or experience anything, not allowing herself to live freely without the worry and pain of the fear of someone getting her key, someone being able to unlock her, to be able to control her.
She walks down the path with her mask on tight and her key in her pocket and her lock inside of her. Unable to live day to day life without checking and double checking that her lock is in the right place and that no one will be able to get a hold of it. Protecting it with her very life.
As she turns the corner she bumps into someone, he smiles and she returns the favor as she tries to walk around him. He stops her and tells her that he apologizes for being so forward but he thinks that she's beautiful. She thanks him as her cheeks get red as she tried to talk around him again, but he stops her one more time, he apologizes again for delaying her and being so forward but asks if he could see her again.
She blushes, and apologizes and says no she's sorry she can't. As she's speaking she feels her chest constricting almost as though it was telling her to go ahead and say yes, do it see him again. She falters and stutters and finally agrees, she say's yes to seeing him again. He smiles and gives her his numbers, asks her to call him later, says he can't wait to see her again, to get to know her. She smiles back, saying to herself that she wasn't actually going to call him but at least she got him to leave her alone.
As she turned the corner she let go, her hand loosened on her chest, she key seemed lighter, and one of her walls got loose. She found herself smiling about the cute boy that called her beautiful. For a moment, just a small moment her heart told her to calm down, smile and let this happen. Let him perhaps take a hold her the key and the lock and let him scale the walls for just a little while, trust him for a while and maybe, just maybe he would be able to keep it.
