The firefly and the chained figure

"Why are you still here?" the firefly asked. The figure, chained from the neck, limbs and fingers, stayed silent.

The room was dark lit. Only certain corners can be seen. A few here and there tools for various niceties can be formed but all too vague to be understood their use. Only the firefly knew where and what he was looking at. He was somewhere no one should ever be but to the those who had the greatest faith and the greatest dreams.

"You know you had it all," the firefly continued. "You basked in the light too much and yet the light cared for you. But you wanted more, right? And so you tried taking it away. Soon after here you are, the world you carry on your shoulder. A burden too heavy for your desire. You have the world on your shoulder. But that's just an understatement. The world, you caught it in your hand. You're not carrying the world, you're holding onto it. On your palm. You caught it.

"But here you are. You are beyond pathetic, you know that. Though both beautiful and romantic at the same time. I know your story. The world doesn't believe it. Some few do but the many dispel it. They tell that it was all a lie. But here I am a witness to all of it. Here you are and how you are right now. The certain proof that none of it were lies. Your stories kept hidden and well forgotten.

"I just wish the world knew more about you."

The chains weighing the figure down suddenly rattle. He was moving but not much.

"Speak! I'll listen to your stories. Sing! I'll hear your song! Just do whatever you want to do but keep lying their. Lying to the world about who you really are," the firefly said "You know, I want to weep for you and yet your actions are holding my tears back. Is this your ploy? Is this what you wanted? You wanted to be hated? You wanted to burden yourself with all of it? You're a martyr! A pathetic martyr!

"You know what makes me hate you more. The lie you gave to the world. You deceived everyone. I for one who knows the truth resent you more. As for the rest who adored and worship you, they turn a blind on this deception. But not for me. You made yourself hated.

"You carried it all on your hand. As if it was nothing," the firefly decided to leave.

Suddenly the rattling of the chains came back but a feint laughter can be heard. The figure was laughing.

"You are terrible," the firefly said as he left.